Sadness is Liquid

Sadness is liquid. It is the sweat that oozes out of your pores, gleaming and smooth; the salty tears that eventually become too heavy for your eyes to hold, rolling down finally free; the blood that gushes out a few days each month, pungent and pure.

Sadness is liquid. The seeming weakness of it biding its time within the bodies' crevices, eager to rush out, maybe become one with the ocean of sadness that served as home millions of years ago.

Aren't we all walking liquids? Our skins nothing but flimsy wrappers that attempt to hold us all in so we don't end up a mess of a puddle on the floor. There are times when a drop manages to seep out, as from a wound. And then we drip a bit of ourselves, sadness released, acknowledged and shared with the rest of the weeping and bleeding creatures. And who knows where all these droplets go, if not trickling back to that primordial ocean? Evaporating into the air to fall back down again, staining clothes and sheets as meek reminders of our shared fluidity and sadness.

Sadness is liquid. Wouldn't it be oddly comforting to think of how lovers share a bit of their loneliness at each exchange of fluid? And why else do we wallow, drown in our sorrows? Rumi talks of Grief drinking from a cup of sorrow.

We are careful to release just a bit at a time. It is how we survive, the life force itself. To slit one's wrist is to release too much. And yet not releasing enough can poison one's soul so we cry a little and let go some. It is the only way.

*Inspired by Tin's entry

Persian Dinner and Tarot Readings

One night, Cai, Dana, Jona and I met up. Jona and Dana had their haircut and because it took hours to finish and I had very little sleep the night before, I took a nap in the salon. By the time I woke up, they still weren't done. Sigh.

Anyway, after the haircut we headed over to the Persian restaurant of which I cannot remember the name. Then went home, minus Cai, for tarot reading sessions. Alvin was waiting at home and made us coffee. :D

Malling with the Kids

Sometimes while watching my cousins and nephew and niece, I get transported to the future and sort of imagine them remembering how they grew up together and all.

I'm weird.

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Reunions

About two weeks ago, I attended my batch's high school reunion. It had been 10 years since graduation, the perfect excuse to get together for dinner and late night chats.

The next day, my grandmother celebrated her 100th birthday. See if you can spot me among the sea of red.