frankly, as powerful as the english language is, there are just certain emotions and issues that can never be brought out or described in words.
i would see literature in that way - beautiful, yet inadequate.
words generalise feelings, and i am unable to describe how it is i feel when empathy causes me to turn one way, and cold,hard logic forces me another.
it does not allow me to explain the kind of thick, bitter emotion i get when i see injustice done before my eyes; and i am unable to do anything, damn anything at all! about it.
it forces me to remain silent so as to preserve myself when deep inside i cry foul at what i see as a gross injustice.
i feel sad, i shake my head in disgust, i tell myself i'll do better - yet all words do, are just mere words.
i can only pray that things will come to a better end. for a prayer is made of words too, but powerful these words can be.
icy fingers playing piano on my skin - 11:31 PM
grace chen
14 october 86
ntu
communication studies
long bus-rides
thinking of the what-ifs
the occasional alcohol
music