Note to Self I- Stop being so punctual. It leads to twiddling with cells, feeling awkward, and making 'note-to-self's.
Note to Self II- Always carry your iPod. When feeling awkward you can always head-bang.

Wrote it don't know when-

Today I found a broken ring-
A rusted silver testimony
Of what once had been and no longer was.
A half written letter had I sent... ?
Flowers pressed dry swirled by
As I ruffled through the yellowed promises.
Today I found a smile
No longer wan and tight.
It cracked through the mold
That more restricted than masked,
And I can mean it now when I say,
"I am fine."

Go ahead, say it, it is very been there done that.
Okay, don't.

The things I find scribbled behind my notebooks!

I always fall for the antagonist. Not even almost always. Contrary the urge to strangle the protagonist for their sheer stupidity/impracticality/preachy-ness (Cz wrote about this recently). The bad guy also just so has 'it'. Don't ask what 'it' is. But he has it. And the other doesn't. So doesn't.
Epiphany of the day- I realized how less I knew about what I was most familiar with. Everybody does, I know, at some point. The whole taken-for-granted thingummy. But still, it surprises one.

Rut

I don't recall going through a writer's block longer than this one seems to last. Words simply escape me. Everyone knows that feeling of having a word almost on the tip of their tongue but not quite. So you know how absolutely frustrating it is. I am experiencing that. Every 5 minutes. Soon I'll slit a nerve or simply burst a vein if this doesn't change and fast.
Normally I don't get distracted by background noises. I mean, hello, I live in CP. But, recently, infact even right now, the faintest of whispers are more than enough to completely shatter any excuse of a creative thought I might be nurturing.
Epiphanies continue, of course, but I can no longer retain them long enough to thread them into any meaningful... meaningful... thing (godarnit!).
One of which I do remember is- it is almost always a choice between being happy and being right, isn't it.
My sentences are also slowly losing grammatical coherence.

Well. That's that.

PS- GK modules being the insipid things they are, I am balancing off going through them by reading Vampire Diaries. That's it, isn't it?! The reason behind this all!!! I don't even like the 'book' (if you must call it that)! I need a life! And a beer! And a knife! And my mommy!!!

Was ill. It rained. Couldn't resist. Got drenched. Am ill-er.

"You cannot learn a thing you think you know"
This line has haunted me ever since I heard it. The reason is lost to me.

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So many years have passed since first you sought

the lands beyond the edges of the sky,

so many moons reflected in your eye,

(familiar newness, fear of leaving port),

since first you sought, and failed, and learned to fall,

(first hope, then cynicism, silent dread,

the countless stars, still counting overhead

the seconds to your final voyage of all...)

and last, in glory gold and red around

your greatest search, your final quest to know!

yet... ashes drift, the embers cease to glow,

and darkened life in frozen death is drowned;

and ashes on the swell are seen no more.

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