Quiet, Cold Nights

That’s when I miss you most.

Words

They’re here somewhere. It’s almost three in the morning and I can’t sleep because I can feel them. They won’t let me.

They're somewhere underneath. Waiting. Crouching. Ready to pounce. Looking for a way out. Stringing themselves together. Lazily floating through each other, joining, disassembling. I close my eyes and the letters are right there, behind my eyelids. All jumbled up and swimming around me randomly.

I have to let them out. They leave me no choice.

 

I’m glad they don’t.

Landmark, you disappoint me.

I visit you often. There is no way you can deny that. I come see you about once a month, on average. Not only do I visit you, I spend time with you. I wander your shelves,  lovingly caressing the spines of volume after volume. Picking them out at random, reading the blurbs, even a few pages. I've even 'stolen' three books by reading them entirely in your hallowed halls.

And you know me. Almost every time I've walked into your outlets, I've walked out with at least one heavy bag, filled with books. And you have records of the kind of books I've picked up. You remember them all, don't you? Of course you do. Don't pretend. You even made me one among 'The Fellowship'. The Fellowship, Landmark. Know what that means? It means you promised to value me. To remember things about me. Wish me on my birthday. Send me a little reminder when I'd stayed away too long. To let me know when that book I had my eye on came back into stock. To gently prod me when new titles released in my favourite sections, softly filling the words, "Come see me again..." in my mind.

Then why? Why did you send me this, Landmark?






No, really. What did I do to deserve this? I don't seem to remember buying the Twilight series.

Then why?

I am heartbroken.

For those of you who miss me loads

So there’s a wedding happening in my house. Going to be busy running around organising and whatnot. Naturally, no big posts coming.

However, I will be microblogging (140 characters and all that) from my phone once in a bit (read: every couple of hours). If you’re interested at all (which I know you will be *heh heh heh*), the action is all on my Twitterpage.

Seeya in a bit!

For two and a half years, my baby cousin sister, who I adore, has been asking me – no, begging me – to get framed the painting that she stayed up three nights to make and give me as a birthday present.

Today, I lost it a cab in front of VT while taking it to get it framed.