Sunday, January 2, 2011

Icy eyes

I have always wanted to have eyes made of ice.
That way, they would thaw whenever I cried and pour down my cheeks. And it wouldn't be until I get back on my feet and regain my cold stare and icy smile that I could see.

Because it's easier to go blind in sadness and despair.
It's easier to close your molten eyes and wait for a gust of cold reassuring wind.

Unfortunately, my tears are all too transparent and have a tendency of distorting everything in sight. So I watch. And I cry. But mostly I watch - and try to think of icy eyes.

I have this sewn onto my forehead

Saturday, January 1, 2011


2011 brought it on, brought it way on.

New Year's party was actually not bad at all, as weren't the 4 hours I managed to sleep during the day since I got none of that during the night.

It might be a good year for us owls.