Sunday, 15 May 2011

friends

all i've ever wanted
was a best friend

someone to call
when there's nothing to call about
someone who will be dragged willingly
in any situation
someone who is always there
for you

Sunday, 8 May 2011

first of all

i don't like my name.

not so much like,
but i don't feel comfortable.

your name should be your birthday suit.
the core of your identity.

the one thing you can count on
when you are stranded in a empty train station in a foreign country
when you have been burgarlized, stripped, pillaged, and plundered
when you've been crying so hard your heart is raw and your eyes bloodshot and bruised
when you have nothing else

my name isn't any of those
i don't even know my name
which name, what name

i'm not comfortable with myself
as myself
because we haven't been introduced
not even now