11/8/08

1...2,3,4....1....2,3,4

in my ears
you breathed
hot
scolding air
and
prolific sound of your whiff

you made me
sing inside

you are the life
but today you scared me.

in rhythm.

11/6/08

i am not am i

full of moons
i swing
feet float flown
heavy, as air before the rain.

clogged
tough i stay
witty waiting wailing (a little)
dreaming, as water in a pond.

big and round

beautiful and glowing
slow and graceful, it all seems.
but nothing comes out.
just nothing.

though

am not scared,you are.

11/3/08

201

footnote:

the ratio (almost) 200days: 200 posts seems (almost)unreal to me considering my relentless but failed attempts of regularities (almost) everywhere else.