...you live too far away.
You know that?
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Heirarchy of needs
Last night, you told me i was your greastest acheivement.
I was fixed on your eyes as they welled up, all old and red and cartoon-like. I became aware for a moment that this wasn't acceptable. It was never in our discourse to do these things, to string words together which give away our feelings to one another. But you smashed that law and your words crashed through me.
And inside i cracked and crumbled and all the hardness which i have fought so diligently to build up through the years instantly water-falled.
But outside I showed you nothing. I gave you nothing in response, just a faint smile of acknowledgment. Just a hint of a 'thank you' and and quick as it shot down, the wall (my friend) was reinstated.
I dusted myself off and laughed at how near i came to allowing myself to be seen. What a fool i almost made of myself. A fool to consider greeting your bravery with an open palm.
All is restored, all is safe. Safe.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Narayama
Yesterday my uncle got run over by a car at 6pm.
Here is a mobile text conversation i had with you, 4 hours earlier:
ME - Yuk. Just drove past a very messy accident involving a tram, a car and a pedestrian. And the song playing on my radio is 'life is dangerous'.
YOU - sure is babes. Every one alright?
ME - Doesn't look like it. Life is so fragile.
YOU - It's resiliant too. When i think of ppl dying i think of how much i love you. You know last night i thought everyone who allows themselves to openly love, each one of us commits the bravest act in history.
ME - Fuck oath! Bravest act in history. I totally agree. I love that. xx
YOU - You are my bravest act. Now concentrate on driving. xxxx
ME - Haha. Yes. I actually thought, 'if i die on the way home, my texts would have been somewhat painfully prophetic'.
YOU - You've got many years yet Couroupis, we'll be kicking you up that mountain... xx
The first thing that sprung in to my mind when I found out my uncle was in a coma, was the 6-month old phoetus in his daughter's womb. I hope it's OK in there.
Here is a mobile text conversation i had with you, 4 hours earlier:
ME - Yuk. Just drove past a very messy accident involving a tram, a car and a pedestrian. And the song playing on my radio is 'life is dangerous'.
YOU - sure is babes. Every one alright?
ME - Doesn't look like it. Life is so fragile.
YOU - It's resiliant too. When i think of ppl dying i think of how much i love you. You know last night i thought everyone who allows themselves to openly love, each one of us commits the bravest act in history.
ME - Fuck oath! Bravest act in history. I totally agree. I love that. xx
YOU - You are my bravest act. Now concentrate on driving. xxxx
ME - Haha. Yes. I actually thought, 'if i die on the way home, my texts would have been somewhat painfully prophetic'.
YOU - You've got many years yet Couroupis, we'll be kicking you up that mountain... xx
The first thing that sprung in to my mind when I found out my uncle was in a coma, was the 6-month old phoetus in his daughter's womb. I hope it's OK in there.
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