This is from Bjork's "All is full of love" video. I miss this feeling, being invented made sent customized for another. I'm listening to this Bjork compilation from a friend of my sister's. It's gonna be her birthday na pala a few hours from now, my sister. "All is full of love" is playing right now. Is it? I miss being overwhelmed by loved. I miss the monochramatic brightness of being in love, totally in love. I miss diving into oblivion. I miss my first free fall. I miss trespassing into places making places of my own and my other "half". I miss whispers in the dark that bring concrete walls to life and make music on empty halls and houses and rooms and heads and hearts. I miss sparks. I miss the loneliness of having someone. I watched "eternal sunshine of the spotless mind" today. I miss redness. I miss smiling moons. I miss trees with people on them. I miss exit ways, corridors, empty classrooms, poems about fainting, pillars rising, and what-not. Chai's coming to pick me up for some drinks. She just graduated. I have a year to go. I am restless. I have a feeling something's up. I haven't seen the moon tonight but I have feeling it will be reassuring sight. I miss talking in bed. "Who would have known a beauty this immense?"
