Concentric.

Freud says I can't let it pass, still.

Hence what happened.

How can I take one - not seriously

when I was made a fool back then

there were a lot of fingers

one spot light

a girl on the ground

so many of them talking

ids, egos and superegos intersect

It was noisy and chaotic

all she needed was just a chill,

was that so?

Was that so?

Reminder:

I know not of who you are.
You came and
went and came, and stop,
and went and paused,
and stayed, and linger,
and hauled, and prickled, and slapped,

was that all, I asked.

Was that all?


If you think that was it, think again.


You forgot your words,...
oh of course you would.

And it's okay, I will just have to hypnotize myself - for better reasons.

You know we are good at that,

I know you do.

Dear John.

It's all the same routine.

Identical setting, identical excuses, identical pulse.

There's no purpose of practicing idealism.

You see, I came here and set my left brain to function,

knowing that this whole conditioning-conversation is actually zero effect!

I fall into the pit hole!


Heck, I'm not even being emotional. I have no reason for that.

You suck, you still suck... big time.

Silver Tumbler Day 2.

We are all so preoccupied,

when I tried to sing, with what I was told was magic,

I felt that I was the only one doing it,

...and that I was a piece of junk unworthy,

amongst the fellow performers,

they that I feel somehow comfy with.


It was a space to share with a thousand million synapses.

And I wonder, if we did really crossed our paths.

Overwritten.

And it came to me...

"how I wish that they were embedded in me,

as innate in my blood stream,

that I wouldn't need a subject to have it all exercised,

not even a projection, maybe...

I need no perpetuator to induce me false impressions of my world view, my believes,

...a price too much to pay.



Don't remind me how much I've once dreaded,

this jab could have me immunized for as long as I could remember!

Terrain.

A drawstring snapped,

my days are limited.


When are you going to leave?

Thy that I've Missed.

Should have known you were around,

should have placed myself on where I believe I am at.

After years, years that pass me by.



Years ago,

not ever a self-acclaimed city girl(not even today),

but I percept your existence,

without any given framework of who you were supposed to be.

And when I observed how eyes were gauged on you today,

I see that they were merely tracked by the wind of the wagon.

How were you to be appreciated?


It is as if the city boys, the bourgeoisie were the ones to only own you,

but it is not.

They thought they own it.

This city is just filled by lenses of the spectacle,

and they fall, all cathartic, all denying the form of escapism,

you know you could do better than that, don't you.


Fellow mates,

don't see what the others expect you of,

why should you worship standards you wish to achieve?

Least I could say is,

you still appear as stunning as the first time I've heard of you,

you were mine, and I thought and still think that I could be you, I seriously do...

and you were not merely the beauty of how everyone else define as,

not just a tool to propose how one's values are to be aesthetically defined,

as I've seen through that,

and you were an earnest purpose.


I'll catch you alone, the next time, for the next chance.