S.W.

Its 5.17 a.m. but I have something on my mind for the past week and a half.

Should I or shouldnt I?? Poke or dont poke?

Such a simple question...yet, it holds the power to mold my future.

Shall I live my life as a ghost in an empty shell, waiting but never content, or shall I live my life impulsively, to charge headstrong into whatever that comes my way and dive straight into murky waters?

As much as the second appeals, I fear im the first. Im the pale-face wallflower, the slight figure standing aloof and alone in the changing shadows, the silent whom everyone's eyes never fall upon.

Im changing, transforming, morphing, shedding the long overdue skin to reveal the luminous white fur coat painted with black predetory lines and wicked yellow eyes gleaming under the soft moonlight. The small pool of water rippled when I lapped up the water with my long tongue. I stood up and stretched. Reflected under the glow of the moon, the water reveals the result of the transformation - a half-tiger girl, caught between the choice of prey or the predator.

This is me. The balancing act, the weighing scales, the sign of Libra, the year of the tiger.

The Libra never sets her subjects free. She holds them close, keeps them safe, snuffling out the power to decide, leaving them hanging like a pendulum, swinging...


Life in mono by Mono
The stranger sang a theme
From someone else's dream
The leaves began to fall
And no-one spoke at all
But I can't seem to recall
When you came along
Ingenue
Ingenue
I just don't know what to do
The tree-lined avenue
Begins to fade from view
Drowning past regrets
In tea and cigarettes
But I can't seem to forget
When you came along
Ingenue