Muse

I'm tired.

Can I gve up on you now?

I would love to wake up everyday, not knowing what took place yesterday, and not knowing what comes after today. I want to forget the faces I'd painstakingly register throughout these years in fear of forgetting them. I want to walk in the streets where nobody glances knowingly.

It'll be soothing to sit down and not remember the apologies you failed to utter, hugs you selfishly witheld, pride you could never hold on to and makeshift principles as you see fit. It'll be lovely indeed if I can go to bed tonight and click Ctrl + Alt + Delete.

Hehehehehe!
I needed to make myself laugh.

She said she wanted to get high.
So he took her to the tallest hill in town

She said she wanted to stay up whole night and drink.
He gave her a twelve-pack caffeinated pepsi and said to drink up.

She said she wanted to shoot herself in the face.
He gave her a watergun, put her finger at the trigger, aimed it at her face and helped pull.

She wanted to cut herself.
He took a polaroid of her, handed it to her along with a scissors and had her cut it up.

She said she wanted to see blood.
He took her to get her ears pierced.

She said she wanted to cry herself to sleep.
He had her watch a sad romantic movie before bed.

She said she wanted to be alone.
He gave her a name-tag that said "My name is Alone"

She said she wanted someone there to take care of her.
He asked when he wasn't?

I know this girl.
She loves snipping bits of hair,
Here and there.
Especially in agitation.
MORE so in deep unrest.
She loves being preoccupied,
Just not with obligatory work with deadlines.
Still moments are not her forte.
But solitude moments are adored.
In the event of repetitive motions of flipping pages through an academic text,
She thinks to herself:
"Where to find a gardenia bush to stuff my face in??"

-mmhmfpt-