Tuesday, November 30, 2010

AUS 2.


THIS:


woke me up in the morning.

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Travelling #2

"you know why you're hopping from town to town?" she shouts across the field.

he stops, listening to what she has to say, but finds himself unable to face her.

"why don't I tell you then," she scoffs, "it's because you can't commit. You can't bear the thought of forming relationships with others and finding yourself actually liking it. You find yourself no longer able to form bonds since Brandon died. But guess what. You already are forming bonds. Yes, every village, every town, everywhere you go, you form bonds. And these bonds are tied to you for the rest of your life, whether you like it or not. He's dead, Jack, your son, Brandon, is de--"

she is shocked silent by his sudden howl.

"You have no right -- no right to talk about Brandon," he says. "You think you know everything, don't you? You think you know who I am, how the world works, How -- how life works. Well, guess what, you don't. You don't know how Brandon died. I don't. Nobody does," he pauses, fighting the tears back, "because I came home one night and he was already lying on the floor. Dead. Gone without a reason. And now I'm alone, living in this monotony called life, having to fight through ea-- each breath. You don't get the pain I'm feeling, you don't get anything at all."
-Rae


Monday, November 29, 2010

AUS 1.


I'M IN AUSTRALIA.


and I had this for lunch.
the memory of the journey is a medley of fogginess, discomfort and headachy.

p.s, Will Grayson, will grayson remains unfound. I had to get Remains of the Day instead.

Friday, November 26, 2010

i'm still breathing.


"life is not something you can predict. it is not a novel where you can just... flip to the end and see what happens to each character. whether they die, whether they get over the turmoil in their lives, ... whether they end up happy or in despair for the large part of their existence. life... you just have to go through with it. you have to live it. you have to accept it. you have to somehow find that assed up flicker of light in the dark cave we all breathe in. so to hell with it. i'm still going on. and you're coming with me... whether you like it or not."
-Isobel, Rae.



so as i write this letter and shed my last tear
know it's all for the better that we end this here
let's close this chapter, say one last prayer
but don't say that you loved me