Jallarial

The wind rippled through the tall grass, making him shiver as he sped along on his bicycle, pumping away at the pedals with all his might. Leaning forward, he took a sharp turn along the dirt path and pedaled hard. Faster and faster until finally, with a loud twang, the bicycle chain snapped. He thrust out a hand to break his fall. He lay there, sprawled awkwardly as a result of his fall, unmoving, staring into the dirt in his immediate field of vision. The grass swayed in response as the wind picked up speed. The trees were beginning to follow the movement of the grass, bending over until their branches almost touched the ground. Rolling o

There is a tear in the cocoon, Splintering across-- One little rip tears the whole thing to shreds. The wind creeps in, At first on tiptoe But once it gets a hold, It courses through like a surging river. It sweeps everything along with it. Waves break on an unfamiliar shore Where the fragments lie scattered like drifting leaves. They are all that is left, Sundered and scattered, Pieces of an unsolvable puzzle. There used to be an answer to this riddle Now nobody remembers the question.

Tell me what name to call you by I’ve exhausted my dictionaries, trying to find that one letter I’ve burned my thesaurus onto a CD and I sent it to you, asking to know your name. I scaled the mountains and plumbed the seas looking for you, Yet you dismissed me with every step you took Away from me. I learned to stop chasing you, For you have no time, to lead me on a wild goose chase You did it for her, you did it for her. You led her on a chase through the plateau of your dreams. I didn’t even get a spark, from the fire that you kindled. It was all for her, your soulmate Yet, haven’t you heard of kindred spirits? Did n

In you and I there's a new land I'm a daydreamer. Even people who don't daydream have a world of concrete thoughts inside them. The worlds made of not-so-concrete, more intangible thoughts (aren't all thoughts intangible? What about the ones you can nearly taste? Or smell, or hear?) are more enjoyable, I think. Easier to get lost in. Angels in flight Faith keeps you going. Sometimes, instead of putting your best foot forward, you have to take a leap in the dark. Even though you won't fall, feline-like, on your feet. wonk uoy naht noitceffa erom deen I Somethings things appear topsy-turvy. Upside down, backwards-front, whatever way you sl

I have always wanted a friend whose mind works the way mine does. It does not have anything to do with comparison; I do not mean to say that I am an intellectual Everest surrounded by molehills, that nobody “measures up to me”. It is just that the way different radio stations are on different frequencies, I wanted someone on my frequency. My frequency matched others’ in the manner of a Venn diagram (in which each component is represented by a circle, and the places where the circles overlap stand for the qualities shared by the overlapping elements). I “fit in” with many different people, but nobody fitted me. In

I have a sweet tooth, a chocolate tooth and a filled tooth. The latter is a result of the former. In order to keep the filling in its proper place and not yank it out mid-chew, I avoid chewing sticky foods on that side. That means taking a bite of the chocolate, transferring it all to the side which is yet unmolested by the siege of sweetness, and chomping it one-sidedly to slush. My jaw does not like this arrangement. It protests. I insist that I’ve received the “overload” memo. It puts up banners and waves flags. It sends a whole “too much strain on this end” message through flag-waving signals. Finally, I give

The moment was frozen in suspended animation. The inkpot hovered in the air above the map, spread out below it in all its handmade glory. Then Myu's tail snapped forwards and the illusion dissipated; the inkpot smashed onto the table and the ink spilled all over. Myu disappeared as quickly as the details of the map did underneath the indelible ink. Now it was Lielle's turn to be frozen. She was frozen with horror as she took in the damage to her beloved map. Drawn in painstaking detail over the course of half a year, under the instruction of her tutor, it was her masterpiece and her joy. She had dedicated the main table of her study to it;