reading old mails, because i have the time and because there's no new mail =P i'm bad with keeping in touch. just bad. i drop the once in a blue moon message and then will fall off the face of the earth unless something else crops up. and i'm bad with birthdays too, although a few birthdays i never forget. it's just not my thing to remember them on the day though. i remember them a few days in advance instead which is quite silly because i end up forgetting anyway. ditzy.
this end bit of the year has been funny for me. been kicked around alot by karma. i'm blaming karma. and my own innate bimbo-ness. it's not pseudo bimboness this time. it's outright pure bimboism. ish. nevermind nevermind, i passed 5th year.
anyway, back to these old mails.
squander she, those carefree words
every re-visit to find other vulnerable threads
those finger tips gushed a yearning
she was blind to
only to whimper scream injustice
at the sudden withdrawal
then began the simultaneous search
ever since
only now to see/hear/know a different
picture from those words
painted like a wall, this time
impenetrable
