Wednesday, May 23, 2007

it is hard work to be still

my heart is a radio tuning
to something other than
empty frequency

it is cluttered with the static
of your absent SMS; restless
from missing what is not

and my aching ears tingle
at the slightest sound

even silence can startle me
into checking my phone for messages

I try to read and I try to work
and I try to not wait so eagerly
for something so trivial

(but words are not trivial -
each word is heavy with nuances,
each sentence with meaning)

the cell phone beeps:
1 message received;
and I feel loved already

until I find out
it's not from you

I go back to staring at the screen,
which promises neither relief nor reward

-taken from masqueraded


Posted by juni @ 15:19


I don't want you to think of me as an eavesdropper so I'll just say that I'm listening to music instead of my neighbour's maid flirting with my other neighbour's driver.


I like it when people think of me as an intellectual so I will list a bunch of intellectual-sounding books here, even those I don't plan to read.


Since I can't list my porn collection here, I'll just leave it this way until I can force myself to watch non-pornographic stuff, which may or may not happen.