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So Apropos
Saw death on a sunny snowFor every life, forego the parable. Seek the light, my knees are cold. (Running home, running home) Go find another lover; To bring and- to string along. With all your lies, you're still very lovable. I toured the light, so many foreign roads For Emma, forever ago. |
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Art is what you can get away with.
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"I don't know how to convince you that this is not one of their tricks. But I don't care. I am me."
 It feels different, having permission from the world to relax and do nothing. My limbs aching with satisfaction, my body begging for rest, and I, willingly obliging, dressing in cotton and wrapping myself in blue light and sheets. The world outside seems to ease to a halt, and the sun, furiously shining melds with the shadows in my room to emit a surprisingly warm and comforting glow. It is a good day to rest. It is also a good day to surround myself with things I love. Old music, music that makes you feel old, familiar stories, and beautiful pictures, I've create a home away from home, away from Singapore, from school, from being a daughter, sister, friend, girlfriend, acquaintance, colleague. Today, I am me, in my shell of light, or art, and of sheets. I am, for once in a long while, relaxed. I find myself unconsciously breathing a sigh. The world's complexities lie behind, the anxieties of the future lie ahead. Today, for a day, I stop looking. |