The Idea-smithy

I’m not an instant reactor
I’m a brooder, a ponderer  
Some things deserve only instant expression
Like ripples breaking the surface and vanishing in minutes
They die out with the wind 
But undercurrents
Stirring within
Churn and pound
Quietly, rhythmically, powerfully
And build up to release 
A tsunami is just a gigantic ripple after all.

One folly
Just one time
I wanted to know the taste of pure surrender
It was curiosity, ill-fated
But so tempting, I just couldn’t resist.
There’ll be the world to pay.
I will.
And keep the memory and the metaphor
“As beautiful as sin”
I was Eve for a day. And Paradise, my temporary stop.

I knew what I had done and I didn’t feel bad. But when I asked him if he hurt and and he did, then I felt something. But it wasn’t remorse.

The worst way to be sorry is when you don’t know exactly what you did wrong. Only that it was something you said or did.

*Ring*
Hello…
Who sang “You’re beautiful”?
Don’t know.
Ah, James Blunt. Hmph, wasted call.
I’ve been trying to reach you.
How does it feel?
Revenge, huh? Should I be Ms.Nasty again?
I’m just kidding!!
Rigghhhtt…are you ever scared of me?
Just thought you might be busy …*chuckle*
You’re impossible!
Says who? I’m extremely possible.
………LOL………

He says he will forget me in an instant, oh, that’ll be so easy
And tells me he used to talk about me to his friends all the time
But not anymore; he doesn’t like me that much these days 
Then, just before letting go of my hand, he asks that I never forget him.

“Will you blog about today?” he murmured. 
Outside almost curtained windows, a hot afternoon had turned to the kind of evening she’d describe as romantic or dreary depending on who she spent it with. End of day or night being born, depending on who she answered. 
Inside, she thought, was like a sepia toned photograph. [...]

It is really easy to say, “This is who I am” when a lot of people like who you are.
It is not that difficult to say, “This is who I am” when no one likes who you are.
What’s really difficult is to say it when the world is indifferent to who you are.