i let a clown die in my dreams yesterday and felt guilty the whole of today. it was a very sad guilt-ridden dream where foosha could be saved if only xl didnt say the right ans..
i wish i could stay in there longer though, because of smthg strong and solid there. safe.
i found a quote in a book which sums up what me and yoda were chatting abt yesterday: "It's weird how when someone dies, you fall into this never-ending process of really realising they're gone forever"
today i learnt why women fiddle with their hair especially when they're displeasured. it's a form of catharsis, where you get the satisfaction of changing smthg totally, or destroying smthg precious. i'm leaning more towards the latter, cos it takes really long to let one's hair grow but like 2 min to cut it all off. a tame form of self-destruction i suppose.
i still wanna run.
kayafly!
posted by nuVul @ Monday, January 07, 2008
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