Collette

I lost track of time today. I floated high above the world of realism. Then when i got up, the alarm clock says 7.35PM. I was really really hungry besides the biscuits i munched on the half-hour afternoon my feet touched concrete. The biscuit box still hidden beneath my bed:) Then came my mother, dinner's ready. But i was having this inner child temper that i didn't want to leave the room, not even the bed. I wanted to remain in abstract form, where butterlies don't ever stop flying and time does not exist in such a dark place. I am missing them.. The space hurts. They say love hurts. The pain is proof.

It would help if i were abit more attached though. If i knew to always watch for pins and needles on the ground before taking a step. If i knew how to handle my life like the master and his puppets. If the blackest person in my home would brittle to grey right now. So beautiful.. The world play by humans.

Trouble keeping a heart whole.