just to break the silence

take me somewhere/whisk me away
on these glass-slippered feet/ treading lightly on fragile dreams
cos its about to be midnight/ and hope is seeping away into these hidden rags/
while the shimmer and sparkle of gown and shawl dissipates;
but a dance with you would be/
as miraculous as a walk on water.

this hiatus has been.. because i use other mediums other than this blog. blogging denotes a sense of boredom for me now, and that means the output tends to be more negative sounding than i usually feel, because well, boredom just clouds over a pallid sky, and the world has caught a flu and there remains only a blur of experience, of masked smell and dulled sensation of the skin, of dilute taste and blocked hearing; bored eyes that perceive the world lack a certain sparkle.
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happy birthday jacjac. :) u add sparkle to our lives. kind of like the woh ringleader, but we let you unlead sometimes, just cos leading aint always that fun.
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n gerry i loved talking to you on sunday, so without airs and without veils, so natural like we've been doing it for years. and i know the words we exchanged in confidence wont drop further or ripple beyond, even though we didnt say 'dont tell this to anyone', because because i dunno you get to a stage when you just start trusting, you dont ask if the floor will hold, you just stand.
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now, now, i just need clarity, and i need time off for myself.