You know what? I’m tired. Completely tired and sick of everything. Don’t pretend like you understand what it’s like because you don’t. What it did. How much I cried that night. How much it hurt. You’ll never know.
Yeah, trying to be subtle. Pretty sure it isn’t working well. Learning about death through Gwen Harwood’s poetry has really helped me interestingly. Just when I thought my time will never come, the irony is that, it comes. I was expecting it, just a little. But I would never expect these feelings to surface when I heard it straight from him. I just hope that I won’t have to face it and God spare me some more time.
Sputnick Sweetheart arrived and I’m so excited to read it! I bought a highlighter today because I want to highlight all the quotes that I come across that appeal to me in any sort of way. It just makes the book more personal to me; so in the future when I look back, I can clearly see what I felt at the time I read it. Somewhat like a diary that requires no effort.
“So that’s how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that’s stolen from us — that’s snatched right out of our hands — even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.”
“In the world we live in, what we know and what we don’t know are like Siamese twins, inseparable, existing in a state of confusion. Who can really distinguish between the sea and what’s reflected in it? Or tell the difference between the falling rain and loneliness.”
비…비…
우산을 접으며
오랫만에 비…너를 봐기만에 다친…
서로의 날들…기억…기억 하고 있어
기억…기억 하고 있어비…비…
Haunting, beautiful song. Too bad I can’t find the english translations because it’s so unknown. Sadly.
The Day Before 