Tuesday, June 02, 2009

wide-eyed in the still of the night.
there are too many hearts breaking, too much a mess of swirls of emotions, and uncanny (or not) fears of losing loved ones these coupla days.

tonight, i speak to han again, after a mighty long time. we are growing up too quickly- it's been six years since we took the train home together from mount sinai, having just got to know each other in that new phase of our lives, talking about the refreshing future that was then. a few years less since we took the train after friday floorball played out in the spanking new hall in the new campus, talking/teasing about potential happiness. tonight, on the train after a torturingly hot evening ridden with sadness, unspoken regrets and unanswered questions, (and great moments of lightness and gulls :) ) we speak of darkness and fears. well, take these helping hands and we'll make it, we swear.

rest up, eli.

times like this reaffirm why i am a non-believer.

"When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bicycle.
Then I realised God doesn’t work that way, so I stole
one and prayed for forgiveness."

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