Commiseration.
Much blood has been shed
and many tears have fallen.
630AM
200+turnovr
7
blast these figures
blast them all.
walking down the corridors
the random jokes in class
the many games of captain's ball
muffin's many photo shoots
wont be the same no more
nor the absurdly distracting birthday celebrations
nor the whole class sleeping at the stone tables
nor the wretched reign of kah gay and pat leong.
it wont be the same.
it just cant be.
we went thu 2 months of getting to know ppl we've nvr met before
maybe we can do it again?
but my recalcitrant nature wont let me.
after knowing the standards of a truly well-knit class
i dont think i can accept anything less.
i dont mean to be mean to 2nd intakers
its just
that
the chemistry we've had
it's
so
so very tangible
so distinct
so clear
yet entirely inexplicable.
we lived that.
we became that class.
we were 05A53.
and uniquely so.
not just them
but all of us
becuase of
the ripple effect i guess
we are all affected by their absence.
now the reason behind my reluctance to turn up yesterday is clear -
why lift it up
when you know
the higher it goes
the harder it'll fall.
there is hope
yes
and let us hope that this hope
will be worth its anxiety.
i know i run away.
I linger in the doorway,
Of alarm clock screaming
Monsters calling my name
Let me stay,
Where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops
As they're falling tell a story
In my field of paper flowers,
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours,
And watch my purple sky fly over me
Don't say I'm out of touch
With this rampant chaos- your reality
I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge,
The nightmare I built my own world to escape
Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming,
Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights
Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming
The goddess of imaginary light
In my field of paper flowers,
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours,
And watch my purple sky fly over me
there are a few languages i know of
but in all these languages
i have yet to come across
a more depressing expression
that contains more distance
and more disheartening inevitabilities
than...
than
Goodbye...
Goodbye.
but first
i'll keep my finger's crossed.
and many tears have fallen.
630AM
200+turnovr
7
blast these figures
blast them all.
walking down the corridors
the random jokes in class
the many games of captain's ball
muffin's many photo shoots
wont be the same no more
nor the absurdly distracting birthday celebrations
nor the whole class sleeping at the stone tables
nor the wretched reign of kah gay and pat leong.
it wont be the same.
it just cant be.
we went thu 2 months of getting to know ppl we've nvr met before
maybe we can do it again?
but my recalcitrant nature wont let me.
after knowing the standards of a truly well-knit class
i dont think i can accept anything less.
i dont mean to be mean to 2nd intakers
its just
that
the chemistry we've had
it's
so
so very tangible
so distinct
so clear
yet entirely inexplicable.
we lived that.
we became that class.
we were 05A53.
and uniquely so.
not just them
but all of us
becuase of
the ripple effect i guess
we are all affected by their absence.
now the reason behind my reluctance to turn up yesterday is clear -
why lift it up
when you know
the higher it goes
the harder it'll fall.
there is hope
yes
and let us hope that this hope
will be worth its anxiety.
i know i run away.
I linger in the doorway,
Of alarm clock screaming
Monsters calling my name
Let me stay,
Where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops
As they're falling tell a story
In my field of paper flowers,
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours,
And watch my purple sky fly over me
Don't say I'm out of touch
With this rampant chaos- your reality
I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge,
The nightmare I built my own world to escape
Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming,
Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights
Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming
The goddess of imaginary light
In my field of paper flowers,
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours,
And watch my purple sky fly over me
there are a few languages i know of
but in all these languages
i have yet to come across
a more depressing expression
that contains more distance
and more disheartening inevitabilities
than...
.
.
.
.
.
than
Goodbye...
Goodbye.
but first
i'll keep my finger's crossed.