Monday, November 29, 2010

.tattarrattat.

i've been always aware that no matter how many people come and go in my room, at the end of the day, i'm alone just the same.


...after all, i like being alone in my room.

i like just keeping quiet and listening to whatever is happening around.

i like just sitting still and pretending i'm thinking or doing something.

i like just doing things on my own beat and letting them find its rhythm.


...but i never liked being left alone.

i never liked watching someone go out of the room with his shoes on.

i never liked hearing closing doors, fading footsteps, and goodbyes.

i never liked seeing someone take the taxi as i watch him by the window.


...because it reminds me that once i had company.

it reminds me that i had someone to share my thoughts with and nonsense things.

it reminds me that i had someone to pass things to me when i can't reach them.

it reminds me that i had someone to look at and never having to say anything.


...i guess i need a knock on my door after all...


w.t.

...i feel like i'm in one of wong kar wai's sad stories.

...i just watched a movie where it had a circular narration- the beginning is same with the ending and vice versa.

...tattarrattat is the longest palindrome which means a knock on the door.

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