unspool and crystallize

the little random and spontaneous things

February 14, 2013

You remember those small coincidences you and I used to have before?

Like seeing each other on a crowded Tuesday evening , and for some odd reason, we accidentally crossed paths again — on a different Tuesday. Same place, same time. Different date, different outfits. Same flushed faces, same fluttery insides.

Then you thought what a puppy love that was. Such foolish hypnosis of youthfulness and naivety.

You grew up, met new people. Changed hairstyles, found your own rebellion — you changed. You’re still you, but in a different way. You’ve changed, alright? But not entirely.

Oh, and we forgot about each other.

The end.

Well, that’s what you thought.

Then in some other distant place, you stepped into The World. Strangers were strangers, and you pushed yourself through the crowd. What a big world this is, you said.

Until you saw me. Then I saw you. The same coincidence had stricken us. Again. Accidentally? Maybe. Maybe not.

You paused then thought, maybe fate itself was indecisive; not even bothering to cut the string off between us.

Maybe there’s a sliver hope hidden somewhere between the lines. Or maybe even more.

What a mischievous naughty thing, that fate.

You, little kid, you.

You playfully tickle me,
Grasping my hands so I won’t escape.
You laugh.
I laugh.
I manage to break free
But you held on to my left hand.

You smirk, cause you know you’ve won.


I’ve forgotten about you until I saw your barcode tattoo.

Him to Her

“I wanted to watch you fall into slumber as you rested your head on the table. But he was sitting next to you, doing it instead of me.” — Him to Her

Tears Gathered

You cup my face with your hands

And tell me it’s okay

Your gaze seeps through my eyes

As if gathering my tears away


I punched in your number.
Played with the telephone wire.
Fidgeted as I waited for you to pick up.
You said hello.
I said hello.
And you laughed.
We talked.
My voice, in its excitement, rose a pitch higher.
Your voice and its echo collided with my echo.
We converged for a millisecond.
Then we both quiet down.
Cause there was a limit.
There’s always a limit.
You said bye.
I said the same.
Except mine faded to a whisper.
I couldn’t let go.
But I had to put the handset down.
I leaned against the wall.
And cried.

I miss you.


You put down your book
You take off your glasses
You head off to your kitchen
You warm a cup of milk
You change into your pjs
You plug in your earphones
You click shuffle
You sip on your milk
You stare out at the night sky—

—I stare out at the night sky
And wish you’re gazing at the stars too
I just made some fabrication
On every possible life you’re having right now.

Stopping By

You said I looked like
Some girl you know.

Do you like her?
Doesn’t matter, I guess.

Cause at least,
I crossed your mind.


Sometimes I just want to engulf myself in darkness and get lost.


“Your reality distorts mine. It’s actually blinding me, like I don’t know what’s what anymore.”


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