Wordless Weekend

Spent the weekend loitering around the mall and bidding farewell to a friend.you can find some queer pics here. She's goin to Mt. Holyolk for this fall.good we dint have any emotional moments. i hate goodbyes. and i cannot bring myself to say all the formal "was a pleasure" and "keep in touch"...I'd rather not meet the person at all. and i cannot , cannot go through the crying bear hugs. i just can't.

Anyway, I've been wanting to write so much, u guys have no idea!
but I'm just wordless! that's rather strange. has it ever happened to you that u have so much to say, so much to write but you cant! isn't it so weird?
stumbled on this poem day before and found this strange appeal to it.
it says that losing anything, relationships, friends, lovers or inanimate things like fave possessions , houses anything..it is an art.
wonder if it's an art or not. but for sure..its difficult to let go.
of even the smallest of possessions. well.read the poem. you'll see how she wants to portray that she's unperturbed by the losing element in her life. but she totally isn't.
isn't it so common...ppl putting up a brave front when u can so easily see through them. people are guarding themselves all the time... from acquaintances and even loved ones. why do we wanna keep it to ourselves when we know that sharing pain lessens it? i mean I'm a victim too. just another weird human trait i guess. hmm.

read the poem, really like it.

One Art
by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

take care everyone.