Thursday, April 22, 2010

ironic, isn't it?

It's really funny how I have moved after all this time.

this same time last year, i would be short of dancing and chanting for rains for the heat there was.  this year, I want it to rain, but not as much.  I used to love the rain, to bask in it and be in glee when it falls.  now, i'm paranoid about it mostly, though sometimes I still wished that it would rain.  I would be pleasantly surprised when there is rainfall but I would wish for it to end very soon.

got the flood to blame for that.  

I never thought I'd be so bipolar about something as uncontrollable as rain.

curled up

i had asked to
curl up in some hole
to let time, the world
move one without me
not to mind me
to let me be

i had been happy
thinking i could be
invisible, unnoticed
unknown by most
left alone
just alone

yet i asked you
to truly know me
love me, need me
to understand who i am
see the real me
touch me deeply

then i got frustrated
because you were there
of the world, with the world
going forward and moving
looking elsewhere
not seeing me
not knowing me