i tried to formulate what i wanted to say, what my heart wants to let out and put it into words before my head makes the dam burst. thought about what it was, pondered about what it could be and how i might want it to look. but i cant seem to do so.
somehow everything's sloshy and mixed. like in a bubble, you cant (or maybe choose not to) hear what's happening around you, you can't pinpoint what you're tyring to see cos everything's fuzzy and blurred.
yet, you're half worried to stick your finger out to touch it, in case your fingernail (or as my friend says, talon) might prick the bubble.
so you end up sitting in that same bubble, watching the world in a haze and fog, as you float over and waiting for something to happen.
i want
that. i want to be able to feel that all over. and be in that position that i envision and imagine. it's this amazing place i can see and i can feel but can't touch and be.
it's the familiarity that's still in the linger.
like the faint scent of your favourite perfume, still hovering closely to your chest at the end of a long day.
i should've had more courage to snip the string in a clean cut and not leave a dangle of fibre at the end.
then again, even if i did, i probably would've reached where i am now.
Labels: alittlebitoff, insides, nostalgia
