Resurrection

The creative juices started trickling in slowly…

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She tells her stories
over and over again
same stories
same pauses, punchlines and exclamations

She tells them
as if they were but yesterday
savouring, re-living
milking them

It doesn’t matter if no one is listening
her pleasure is in the telling
And, if you would allow her, indulge her, pleasure her
Listen
It would delight her no end

She tells her stories
as if she had never told them before
Of dreams and hope and laughter
tears and joys
Her stories — minus the sting of pain
filtered
forgiven
better than reality
Time has a way of fixing the pain.

Good company

Just got home from an afternoon at the library. Borrowed a selection of books by Singaporean writers: a collection of short stories, a novel, a collection of poems; and also a writer’s self-help book and some books on photography / videography.

Books make great company. Never mind if I don’t finish reading them all by the time they are due to be returned in three weeks. I’m just happy to have them for a while.

Never the same

My housemate left for her month long Christmas vacation today. The house is so quiet. Good friends don’t always have to be together to enjoy each other.

Some people come into our lives and quickly go.

Some stay for a while, leave footprints on our hearts,

and we are never, ever the same.

~Flavia Weedn, Forever

Father, thank you for giving me a friend.