And so the “season to be jolly” has passed us by just like that…
Jolly? Heh. Who am I kidding?
I can only recollect fragmentary images… and that has much to do with my constant drunken stupor during the festivities.
Now, what’s left is just a drab & nondescript me.
Crossing over to the new year, I longed for weightless tranquility. Peace.
But what lingered around me were just lesions of sores and burns.
I brought them with me. Into the new year. I brought the wounds WITH me. These wounds are those that run deeper than it seems. Ones I can’t even see with the naked eye. They’re wounds that took me by surprise.
So I tell my poor self… “Find the real source of injury. When found, heal it.”
Pfft.
Once again, who am I kidding?
But looking back at the snapshots I took (which was REALLY not too long ago), I “think” I had a blast. Though by and large feeling quite solitary within… but hey, I gotta learn to look at the brighter side of things, don’t I?
Sure it was a kick ass season of fun.
Why not, right?
With the galore of sweet junk down my throat, the unexpected yet appreciated company of P, cute ang moh boys and of cos, the without-a-shred-of-doubt alkie that has never failed to quench my every longing thirst of desire… desire to just conc myself out to numb the isolation that overwhelms me over and over again.
Jolly? Heh. Who am I kidding?
I can only recollect fragmentary images… and that has much to do with my constant drunken stupor during the festivities.
Now, what’s left is just a drab & nondescript me.
Crossing over to the new year, I longed for weightless tranquility. Peace.
But what lingered around me were just lesions of sores and burns.
I brought them with me. Into the new year. I brought the wounds WITH me. These wounds are those that run deeper than it seems. Ones I can’t even see with the naked eye. They’re wounds that took me by surprise.
So I tell my poor self… “Find the real source of injury. When found, heal it.”
Pfft.
Once again, who am I kidding?
But looking back at the snapshots I took (which was REALLY not too long ago), I “think” I had a blast. Though by and large feeling quite solitary within… but hey, I gotta learn to look at the brighter side of things, don’t I?
Sure it was a kick ass season of fun.
Why not, right?
With the galore of sweet junk down my throat, the unexpected yet appreciated company of P, cute ang moh boys and of cos, the without-a-shred-of-doubt alkie that has never failed to quench my every longing thirst of desire… desire to just conc myself out to numb the isolation that overwhelms me over and over again.
Fa la la la la, la la la la…