Beauty in Breakdown!

There is always THE ONE ..
THE ONE ring to rule them all .. THE ONE to make a person whole .. THE ONE song a person would take to their grave ..
I'm searching for THE ONE song.

The last time I've written a poem was on August 7th 2004, originally intended for a birthday gift later served as a .. well .. sort of a symbolic ritual where I could .. enter afterlife .. symbolically speaking.

I have a tendency to dig up yesteryears when I'm depressed. The higher the degree of depression, the deeper I dig. I dig and I dig and I dig. I dig until I'm five years old and all I wanted was to assemble one tall building to another tall building until there would be millions and millions tall buildings on top of each other, making it easier to touch the sky that can't be touched. Of course, the sky doesn't really exist- it's a blanket of gas the light bounces off.

.. And the last poem I had written was in fact in early 2005- a poor attempt at a Bangla version (loosely) of 'Love song of Alfred Prufrock' - possibly one of the best poems I've read. Sometimes I wonder if T.S. Eliot was THE ONE for me.

I'm not very cultured or very well read. It shows when I talk about things I love. I don't love a lot of things because I don't know a great deal there is to know. I don't know what to love. I might actually be too self absorbed to love anything as much as I love myself. Is it a wonder then that I love writing in first person?

My sibling is going through what I go through everyday. She is crushing on an year 11 boy on her bus and she stalks him home everyday. Everyone on the said bus including the one being crushed on is well aware of my sibling's crush and .. frankly, I never could keep my crushes discreet. Like sister, like sister? (similar to .. like father and son? What's that expression?). She (the sibling) be a late bloomer though- I started stalking boys home at the age of thirteen.

I will finish that story I was writing.