i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

firstly, i dashed to work as per usual my haphazard way

and then got the great news that im subbing the rest of the week (this means extra pay plus teaching experience plus very funny children)

and then after that, i decided to go to starbucks and have myself a chicken&mushroom pie, a passionfruit&mango fruit blend,

and by the window i sat 2hours and read away.

bliss.

i was made for this kind of lifestyle.

food, books, and a good view.

this is a busy busy week though, so im mentally planning ahead every 24 hours, and then subjecting that mental plan to reviews every 20 minutes.

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anyway, now that pragmatic stuff is out of the way,

i realize that the beauty of poetry is not so much that they create something out of nothing,

but that

they take away from the something to show you the real thing.

creativity is via subtraction,

its not creating.

isn't that a strange thought?

today as i sat in starbucks my mind wandered back 100 years and i saw the world just the way it was through words.

not because the book created a new world,

it just erased the concrete roads, the pavements, billboards and traffic lights.

it smudged the people, and blurred my vision.

there's a double subtraction going on.

thats cool.

and then there's the not so cool.

because im getting frustrated.

but its mostly my fault, that its this way.

nevertheless,

i will continue with this patience, because when the truth be told,

you are my biggest weakness.

i still catch myself, dreaming about something i want to do this summer

with you.

there's many things actually,

and somehow, no one else can quite understand,

the way you do.

and you're far from understanding.

how strange.

how strange that when it all falls to pieces,

you hate the hammer

even though its in your hands,

even though, the pieces were asking to be smashed.

you still hate the hammer.

the problems are not gone,

i still have a list,

even though i know this is not the way it should be.

but that is how it is,

and that is the way i feel,

and life keeps wiping away my tears

but they keep coming.

isn't it nice to know though,

that in Tomorrow, there is no pain, no fear, no death.

in tomorrow there is only hope, love, peace and joy.

only all things good.