14 March, 2006

*015 - nightmare

My computer is counting down to its death. This is ominous – time to start backing up!

Late news, but, look what arrived by snail mail last week! A mate for my pencil case from my dearest Secret Admirer!


A mate for my pencilcase! You’re such a dear (: Yes, even though you leave ill-omened messages on my tagboard! Thanks so much ... and yes, double date one day! Must tell me more about your good idea alright? ;)

Something funny happened last night.

Brother walks into room, eyes glittering, and says, “Do you know what Maple Story is? I’m downloading it!!” Chuckles and walks out.

For your info, he’s twenty-seven this year. Ahaha!

Sudden rushed decision to revive “Nightmare”, the performance Melissa and I have performed once too many times already, due to yesterday’s calamity. No choice la, at least we don’t have to start from scratch – we promise to try to make it more exciting to watch this time! Better costumes, better choreography, better mood. I hope.

We even have our synopsis done! Thanks to my sister who whipped this up in a flurry while I set the music on repeat-mode to create the mood. I think it’s great. It pays to have an ex-humanities scholar in the house.

The nightmare sweeps over
and our souls are dragged
to far-

away, where tears hit the ground
before our hearts know
to break.

(But light drops -
we are for now caught in sweet morning,
like grass on the horizon surprised by dawn.)

The wolves leap
suddenly.
The sky slams shut like jaws on meat,
and the night thickens so we no longer breathe,
but feel the fangs of terror on our fragile bodies.
Future collapses
into now, and this short terror

is forever

until we die, or wake.


And I should be off to do a little more work before the holidays draw to an end.