Monday, November 22, 2010

Hey there

Dear God,
I know we haven't spoken in a while, but I know you've been there because I'm still alive.
Thanks

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Thursday, August 12, 2010

fuzzy pictures

I don't think I've ever imagined my own wedding. I don't remember ever really wanting to be married. I never was a girl with real life fairy tales in my head. But story books are okay, they belong there.

Planning other people's day.. bringing their vision to life seems so much easier. They know what they want. I know how to get it for them.

For me...I can just now barely see the day.. but I can't see any color scheme.. I can't see any flower placements.. I can't see any dress style... I can't imagine any frivolous detail...

but I hear laughter... I hear the rowdy cheers...I see smiles.. that, I know I definitely want.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

wish

I would use a wish. Maybe a few. Bring me back to a time when the bank didn't exist.

I was 6, and I stopped dreaming. I never had the kind of audacity to say "I want this", even so, what I want doesn't seem relevant.

Sure, you wouldn't say anything to discourage me, but I was up at night hiding in the dark, listening to the fights. If I could do something to pay for this, then maybe it would stop, and the hurt would stop.

I understood what it meant when you told me you'd be so proud of when we grew up and made lot of money.

If that is all I am to you, then maybe I should re-evaluate what you are to me.



Tuesday, July 6, 2010

自毀

something so intense and reaches so deep, you can only drown.

reckless.

damn the sensible.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

self-destruct

I could care less who wins a point, who wins the game.

It might seems a bit irresponsible, but I love fighting the matches because I know, in the end, win or lose, I will die. So, there is nothing to hold back.

In a way its like the rush of suicide. To completely self-destruct and shed everything that's been weighing you down feels like the light at the end of the tunnel. A tunnel you've lost your breath trying to get out of.

The time is defined, the space is defined, its the only place where all other decisions I have to make don't matter, all I have to find is what I can do in this time, in this space.

My opponent never has a face, never has a name. Every match is between me and my greatest enemy, who is also my greatest savior; the same one I see in the mirror.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

At some point. I have to trust myself.

I'm so sorry that the American Dream was a broken one for you.
But today, I have decided that I am no longer your collateral damage.


I might have to get out there and fail a million times and make a million mistakes, but they will be for my own sake.

I've wasted so many years not dreaming, I have a lot of time to make up.

I will find myself, I will love myself; despite what you've led me to believe.