The night is old and she tosses and turns with a book in one hand. She's been reading the metamorphosis of Gregor Samsa for almost 2 months now; she is easily distracted. She suddenly thinks about getting her hair coloured with blue, suddenly ponders about what it's like to make angel wings in the snow, and suddenly wonders about how his arms were perfectly built to match hers -- these, combined, are proofs of how easily distracted she is.
Page 28, feels like a million years ago. She shifts her thoughts into her favourite scenes with him, like spontaneous trips involving train stations. She laughs and he captures this sight in film. It is apparent, he can't get enough of her. Luckily, the universe conspires with their story and she adores him in return.
Page 28 and a half, another tossing and turning and smiling caused by some unknown force. Then, her eyes twitch. Her hair remains jet black and snow is in the other side of the globe but she lays still... and waits still.
She is dreaming awake.
Author
Eяin Heяoin
3 comments
ʎonqʎʇıɔ
said...
January 29, 2011 at 2:41 PM
oh erin. you are back. i've missed reading you too!
There is an esoteric brand of joy to be had from these multitude of pauses and contemplations, evidences of a tranquil contentment that comes from loving, and being loved in return. Truly, the company (and the memory of this company) is such a piquant distraction to exquisite to deny and lose in the mundanity of everyday life.
Cherish this. And, welcome back dear poet. :)
Cherish this. And, welcome back dear poet. :)
the geek
said...
February 1, 2011 at 12:30 PM
2 months? and here i am, cursing myself because i got stuck with ondaatje for two weeks... i am not alone, after all.
and yes, it's about time you come back.
and yes, it's about time you come back.
Popular Posts
-
I recently talked to Teena Tan of Sabrina Clothing and I also got to try a few of her pieces. You may read the feature on When in Manila... -
1 I like taking baths when it's past midnight. Everyone else is asleep. And (I could only / only I could) hear the trickling of the b...
-
"a catatonic catwoman, a catastrophe!" As far back as I can remember, I wasn't really fascinated with cats as a kid. But ...
-
Murdered toes with calloused brows Calloused toes with murdered brows Threatening dildos amidst Hypertonic coitus A conniving flapper agains...
-
His breathing next to hers, tantamount to her completeness. She sighs in disbelief: forever after is theirs to devour. She's lost for wo...
-
* originally published on Stache Magazine * Dial M for Misfits (or Motherf*ckers) The Strangeness, a 6-piece gang of hooligans from O...
-
Her guts are trussed and she smells just like the afternoon's humidity. She only had 5 hours of sleep and as usual, glum circles infest ...
-
If I remember right, I was still a few years shy to being in my 20s when somebody first plagiarized my writings online. It was ridiculous. T...
-
* originally published on Stache Magazine * Melanie Martinez started taking pictures when she was 13 years young. She is a self-taught p... -
For the longest time of my mid-20s life, or for more/less 2 months and 20 days, I was unemployed. If you follow me on Rantr , you'd know...
Familiar Feelings
The night is old and she tosses and turns with a book in one hand. She's been reading the metamorphosis of Gregor Samsa for almost 2 months now; she is easily distracted. She suddenly thinks about getting her hair coloured with blue, suddenly ponders about what it's like to make angel wings in the snow, and suddenly wonders about how his arms were perfectly built to match hers -- these, combined, are proofs of how easily distracted she is.
Page 28, feels like a million years ago. She shifts her thoughts into her favourite scenes with him, like spontaneous trips involving train stations. She laughs and he captures this sight in film. It is apparent, he can't get enough of her. Luckily, the universe conspires with their story and she adores him in return.
Page 28 and a half, another tossing and turning and smiling caused by some unknown force. Then, her eyes twitch. Her hair remains jet black and snow is in the other side of the globe but she lays still... and waits still.
She is dreaming awake.
Page 28, feels like a million years ago. She shifts her thoughts into her favourite scenes with him, like spontaneous trips involving train stations. She laughs and he captures this sight in film. It is apparent, he can't get enough of her. Luckily, the universe conspires with their story and she adores him in return.
Page 28 and a half, another tossing and turning and smiling caused by some unknown force. Then, her eyes twitch. Her hair remains jet black and snow is in the other side of the globe but she lays still... and waits still.
She is dreaming awake.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Total Pageviews
Contact
Born in the mid-80s, Erin Herøin is a marveller of non-sequitur writing, cinematic films, & analogue photography.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
oh erin. you are back. i've missed reading you too!
ReplyDeleteThere is an esoteric brand of joy to be had from these multitude of pauses and contemplations, evidences of a tranquil contentment that comes from loving, and being loved in return. Truly, the company (and the memory of this company) is such a piquant distraction to exquisite to deny and lose in the mundanity of everyday life.
ReplyDeleteCherish this. And, welcome back dear poet. :)
2 months? and here i am, cursing myself because i got stuck with ondaatje for two weeks... i am not alone, after all.
ReplyDeleteand yes, it's about time you come back.