Today is Sunday and as much as I dread the hours it possesses, my only comfort is that it will all come to pass.
And tomorrow will be Monday and as fast it goes, Tuesday I am back where I started, pining for another day of supposed peace.
My days are spent waiting for nothing in particular. Patiently waiting for something I cannot see. It gets under my skin, this pointlessness.
I wish I could cut it out; remove it. But it is elusive, as I tear my skin apart looking for it.
For when I didn’t understand why he couldn’t love me when I did.
I didn’t understand the concept of being too late.
For when you didn’t understand why I couldn’t love you when you did.
You’d been too late.
I am the quiet.
The one that whispers in the shadows, unsure of her own voice.
I am the therapy doll.
My lips are mostly sewn shut or sometimes I lack of one. I know of many secrets but speak of none.
I am anything you want me to be.
I flow, bend and take no form. A mirror or what you are.
But nothing of herself.
Play my arm like a violin.
A jagged knife and pale white skin.
So guess who finally had time to read again? Moi. And I am so pleased with myself.
These days I’ve been working myself dead and never got a chance to properly unwind but hey! Look at me, on a 7hour plane ride to Tokyo! 7hours all to myself. Okay, given my godbrother is sitting beside me but he leaves me alone when I need to be left.
So I’ve dedicated my 6 or so hours (we hit a great tailwind!) to immerse myself in poetry and emotions I’m actually comfortable with.
Today, I read I wrote this for you by pleasereadthis, a book I ordered from bookdepository some 6months ago but never got a chance to read. I know, long story. I sort of thought I lost it in my house somehow but fate decided to treat me real good the night I was
last minute packing for Japan and brought it out of its hiding.
Out of the hundreds of pages I gobbled up alongside my chilled beer, countless green teas and steamed fish bento, I managed to snap afew of my favourites:
The lighting changes from time to time because we crosed timezones lol.
The initial part of the book really hit me hard and I feared I’d ruined the first night of my trip by stupidly reminding myself of the past.
But as the book progressed, it got more lighthearted and encouraging. All in all, I was extremely happy I read till the end. Because I’m a pretty slow reader, I took the full 6-7hours LOL.
Book rating: 7/10
Will pick up to read again!