...ErAsE&ReWiNd...
Hullo (ToyBoy)!
Hope you are doing much better than I am. Last time I was tokin'to you, you had your bloody self in a godforsaken pharmacy. So yeah, hope you good man. So much has gone down since the last time I sat my sorry ass down to write to you. You should have gotten this letter ages ago but shit cut and well, to say the least,m I had to start over. Most of the shit I said in the original I may not remember, so yeah, i guess am going to try my best to bare out whatever is left in me. My sentiments may or may not have changed over the weeks that have passed, and I don't want,or would rather not try to sort out the messy semblance of whats left of that.
When I was doing this (writing to you) about a month ago, I couldn't go beyond 2 lines an hour. Its kinda different now. I remember then I had a random pile of crumpled paper on my table, too many words wanting to spill out onto the paper @ once, a stomach doing flip flops and a silly smile permanently glued on my face. Virtually! Two days later, what did I have to show for it?Besides a page, maybe half, of shit I couldn't even understand myself, nothing! So, I crumpled that up and tossed it into my random pile of 'the words that I would never know how to say.
Then, this one night, I couldn't fall asleep, so I woke up and hunted down every last piece of candle that I could find in the house. A hot bath, my hair down and tens of orange flames glowing away later, I sat down, pen in hand and wrote this...

It felt really good to finally have something to say and a way of saying it. A way that did not make much sense, but a way all the same. And the best part was that it didn't have to make sense. That nothing HAS to make sense or ever does when its about you and I. That made me ralise one thing. That maybe that was the way things were and twas probably maybe the way they should be left. Delicately balanced. Nothing to be added, nothing to be taken away.
What I wrote in those 6 or more pages, my mom left with when she did. Since that has been violated, I see no point in saying it in this letter. I guess the important bit is what I have to say now. Thats what should matter.
The memory of you has always been a good thing. True dat! Sometimes so good it knocks the air out of me. And av always loved the high I get out of that. So much so that, at times the soul aches for more. But more is what I can't have and I have always learnt to remember that. And that should be a good thing, I hope.
I know life was cruel enough to send you me and well, I know how that must feel like. More often than not, I wonder why too. Maybe twas to cause you so much headache so that it would be easier to understand other people. But I guess we may never figure that one out so I'll leave it to those who can. I hope I haven't been too me for your liking though. Its just that sometimes I can't help myself. I would say the things you do to me but then i wouldn't know when to stop. And maybe that's cause I dont ever want to stop..so I won't start. That way I dont have to stop. Thats the easy part.
I like when you re-play over and over in my head. The slight tingle down my spine and the hotness of my ears. The sudden 'caving' of my stomach and the weakness in my knees. I like when the breath gets caught in my throat and that hair raising going on at the back of my neck. I like it all. So, I am going to keep it all. And thats just me. You can't blame a woman!!

So, my dearest (ToyBoy),
For a very long time I have convinced myself that it was so very hard to get over you. And maybe it is. Cause I didn't even try. I know I wouldn't. That was proved everytime I saw you. Its like it gets harder each time. Then it hit me. That maybe its not you I should be trying to get over. Its myself. That maybe this was a battle. A battle I wasn't out to win for the beginning. That maybe we both had our reasons fo waging this war. And that I left mine all bared out. i did not set out to win this battle, I forgot to. But then again, maybe one of us did set out to win it. And I guess we both know who won. What we did not know however is who lost and honestly, I dont think I want to wait around long enough to figure that out. I am not sure I have enough energy or if am cut out for that kind of shit.
So i just want to leave while I can still walk. I want to get on with the rest of the battles I have to fight. Hoping that I will be sane at the end of it all. Sometimes, it takes a lot to realise what you have and what you don't. So much has happened to show me that. [2010 +/- 20] has flipped life in every possible angle save for the good one. I have felt very inch of raw pain there is to feel when a family rips right in the middle, and every ounce of indifference thereafter. This year has taught me tribe, allegiance, pride, money, power, basically shit I have no business knowing at [18 +/- 5yrs]. But now i know, nonetheless.
I have lost my touch with a lot of shit. Especially my writing, so I hope this makes sense. What we had we had. I tried the best I could. First not to feel, then to feel, then something in between. But I guess the time has come to finally stop trying. This show is finally over (ToyBoy). Because I need to find some semblance of order.The unpredictability of stuff has become all too predictable all of a sudden. So, I want things to follow some order. I want stuff whose end I can see or at least predict. I want to stop this high of not knowing what will happen. Because right now, everything is messed up. From school to home to me, its all messed up. So let us forget this. Let it rest. Let it be.
Whatever it was, whatever it is, whatever would have been, I want that fantasy to be over for me. I want to know where to go from here. And I need to focus on that for now. And I can only do that if I let you go. So, am taking what I have and running with it. I don't want any more and am accepting nothing less either. I want things to remain as they are.

So here's the last of my letters, hoping its not half as bad as the rest. Its been a while & its been good. i take my bow. I accept to lose this battle gracefully.
Twasn't so long a letter, but so long, my trusted friend.
Erase and Rewind...
Me!
(flygurl)
Hope you are doing much better than I am. Last time I was tokin'to you, you had your bloody self in a godforsaken pharmacy. So yeah, hope you good man. So much has gone down since the last time I sat my sorry ass down to write to you. You should have gotten this letter ages ago but shit cut and well, to say the least,m I had to start over. Most of the shit I said in the original I may not remember, so yeah, i guess am going to try my best to bare out whatever is left in me. My sentiments may or may not have changed over the weeks that have passed, and I don't want,or would rather not try to sort out the messy semblance of whats left of that.
When I was doing this (writing to you) about a month ago, I couldn't go beyond 2 lines an hour. Its kinda different now. I remember then I had a random pile of crumpled paper on my table, too many words wanting to spill out onto the paper @ once, a stomach doing flip flops and a silly smile permanently glued on my face. Virtually! Two days later, what did I have to show for it?Besides a page, maybe half, of shit I couldn't even understand myself, nothing! So, I crumpled that up and tossed it into my random pile of 'the words that I would never know how to say.
Then, this one night, I couldn't fall asleep, so I woke up and hunted down every last piece of candle that I could find in the house. A hot bath, my hair down and tens of orange flames glowing away later, I sat down, pen in hand and wrote this...

It felt really good to finally have something to say and a way of saying it. A way that did not make much sense, but a way all the same. And the best part was that it didn't have to make sense. That nothing HAS to make sense or ever does when its about you and I. That made me ralise one thing. That maybe that was the way things were and twas probably maybe the way they should be left. Delicately balanced. Nothing to be added, nothing to be taken away.
What I wrote in those 6 or more pages, my mom left with when she did. Since that has been violated, I see no point in saying it in this letter. I guess the important bit is what I have to say now. Thats what should matter.
The memory of you has always been a good thing. True dat! Sometimes so good it knocks the air out of me. And av always loved the high I get out of that. So much so that, at times the soul aches for more. But more is what I can't have and I have always learnt to remember that. And that should be a good thing, I hope.
I know life was cruel enough to send you me and well, I know how that must feel like. More often than not, I wonder why too. Maybe twas to cause you so much headache so that it would be easier to understand other people. But I guess we may never figure that one out so I'll leave it to those who can. I hope I haven't been too me for your liking though. Its just that sometimes I can't help myself. I would say the things you do to me but then i wouldn't know when to stop. And maybe that's cause I dont ever want to stop..so I won't start. That way I dont have to stop. Thats the easy part.
I like when you re-play over and over in my head. The slight tingle down my spine and the hotness of my ears. The sudden 'caving' of my stomach and the weakness in my knees. I like when the breath gets caught in my throat and that hair raising going on at the back of my neck. I like it all. So, I am going to keep it all. And thats just me. You can't blame a woman!!

So, my dearest (ToyBoy),
For a very long time I have convinced myself that it was so very hard to get over you. And maybe it is. Cause I didn't even try. I know I wouldn't. That was proved everytime I saw you. Its like it gets harder each time. Then it hit me. That maybe its not you I should be trying to get over. Its myself. That maybe this was a battle. A battle I wasn't out to win for the beginning. That maybe we both had our reasons fo waging this war. And that I left mine all bared out. i did not set out to win this battle, I forgot to. But then again, maybe one of us did set out to win it. And I guess we both know who won. What we did not know however is who lost and honestly, I dont think I want to wait around long enough to figure that out. I am not sure I have enough energy or if am cut out for that kind of shit.
So i just want to leave while I can still walk. I want to get on with the rest of the battles I have to fight. Hoping that I will be sane at the end of it all. Sometimes, it takes a lot to realise what you have and what you don't. So much has happened to show me that. [2010 +/- 20] has flipped life in every possible angle save for the good one. I have felt very inch of raw pain there is to feel when a family rips right in the middle, and every ounce of indifference thereafter. This year has taught me tribe, allegiance, pride, money, power, basically shit I have no business knowing at [18 +/- 5yrs]. But now i know, nonetheless.
I have lost my touch with a lot of shit. Especially my writing, so I hope this makes sense. What we had we had. I tried the best I could. First not to feel, then to feel, then something in between. But I guess the time has come to finally stop trying. This show is finally over (ToyBoy). Because I need to find some semblance of order.The unpredictability of stuff has become all too predictable all of a sudden. So, I want things to follow some order. I want stuff whose end I can see or at least predict. I want to stop this high of not knowing what will happen. Because right now, everything is messed up. From school to home to me, its all messed up. So let us forget this. Let it rest. Let it be.
Whatever it was, whatever it is, whatever would have been, I want that fantasy to be over for me. I want to know where to go from here. And I need to focus on that for now. And I can only do that if I let you go. So, am taking what I have and running with it. I don't want any more and am accepting nothing less either. I want things to remain as they are.

So here's the last of my letters, hoping its not half as bad as the rest. Its been a while & its been good. i take my bow. I accept to lose this battle gracefully.
Twasn't so long a letter, but so long, my trusted friend.
Erase and Rewind...
Me!
(flygurl)











