December 27, 2005.
We knew we only had a couple of months left — 3 to be exact. But someone wanted to spend time with someone else. I tagged along just to be safe with the authorities, just to be sure that someone was not alone swimming among a sea of testosterone.
She told me to go with the flow. Two months prior to that day, I had burned that phrase and made sure I would not follow nor go with whatever flow was flowing. But when she told me that, she did seem reasonable. And I followed.

After 3 days, she saved my behind from total damnation, or rather, stagnation in that state of pessimism and bitterness.
She said there’s certain elements that are easily mended.

The waves rippled through the night and the night after that. And the peace it brought seems to have fixed most worries.


5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Jeong
    Jun 29, 2009 @ 19:21:33

    So many metaphors I wonder what they could mean.


  2. trish
    Jun 29, 2009 @ 19:27:00

    you decide what they mean.


  3. jeong
    Jun 30, 2009 @ 22:01:29

    you can tell this a story about what happened in the author’s life and hides behind words because the author does not want to express what really happened


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