sleigher's Blog

the unattainable
Date: Dec 4th, 2005 2:53:30 am - Subscribe
Mood: awestruck



far coner of the eye...

"kitty cat nozzles on, licks her face...
moonlit musings languid
then everything becomes proactive...

no longer chooses to be alone... no longer curbed in the space she calls her own.
for a time being she's always found solace in solitude, forever in conclusion that this is...was...her nascent state of being. the imago of the true self.

ludicrous, everything becomes ludicrous. her comfort zone was that of a dull somber, lamentable. she sees much happiness in such melancholy. taxing, forever taxing. all along she perceived such gleeful existence could only be obscure. happiness is but a procurement of the borrowed thought of belonging, a certain sense of propriety. she had never wanted to belong to anyone, not even be bound by events. in truth she was in bondage, in the confines of her make-believe world...that she is free.

i have perpetually argued on the dialectics of binary opposites (ha ha, how redundant). she would not even yield to form. and her recluse to such wretched compoundings, it is a mold on it's own. lest she would come to realize, that my curtsy is of fancy retorts as my purpose is for her self-preservation. how she loves my gait. i look into her eyes, i lick her face. i cuddle. i want her to live forever, you see.

she strokes. she's thankful of her loyal confidante. she smiles. she's happy.

dreary dream come into opening. my lady how can one be free when one has not yet acknowledge one's existence tangible? i've told her time and again, one cannot wallow away in mere abstraction.
i love her for all that she is. insanely sensible. she has so much spunk in her. i like her ass (she's always told me i'm such a perv) but i especially love her brain. she tells me i'm a jackass then she gives me a kiss.

the phone rings. familiar voice of the being to which she's bequeathed her heart.

vacillating on the thought of happiness. i continually seek for such bleak a climate of an existence. now, i choose to be happy.

my felicity is he... as i have found resolve on the conundrum of my existence.

i come into understanding, happiness is sadness unmasked."


-- 3rd caller with an accent --

oh. my. god. i stumbled upon her blog just now and i was just ... struck. my mouth's still hanging open from awe.

oh. my. god.

'am not supposed to be crushing on her anymore. *headscratch* but....

she really is different.

[get a freaking grip, leigh. how fickle could you get. taena naman kase, astig talaga masyado. ang galing magsulat! tae talaga.]

at eto pa!!!!

"i kissed her. lips subtle and tender... its sides curve languidly, so inviting. her tongue carresses the inside of my mouth with such ecstasic motion, intoxicating. i take hold of her inside. i press against her. surface tension, precise. produces enough friction, enough heat for the night. i wallow away in her amorous scent. i curb like a child, fetal position. her touch invigorating, gliding motion of her palm, her fingers against my skin, my body. torso scathed with wounds of many a number laiden battles. feet calloused by such heavy tread. walk away from loneliness, walk away from pain... away from desertation... i come to her. she nurtures my aching core, i nestle in her presence. she is gaia embodied. i am like her yet so very different... withered away i go. it is she that has conquered my all. she is my alter-ego. she is my reflection. we are one and the same... coming from the that source, same opening. i enamour her through cross-gendered verse."

potaena talaga. bakit ko ba binasa-basa yung blog nya. taena! syet. ayako ng ganito. kelangan kong mag-detox. 'di ko sya ulit dapat makita for the next week. amfotah, kausapin nyo nga ako!

don't let her seductive words eat you out... there is poison with every word uttered... this is one very dangerous game you are playing right now, azure. wake up. take a hold of your thoughts. you're losing it.




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