December 24, 2010

Status.

My Facebook statuses are the windows to my soul filled with mainly lyrics and quotes. Here's what facebooking through 2010 has taught me and my 860 friends through a series of comments.

1. Eventually one of two things will happen; he'll realize you're worth it or you'll realize he isn't.
2. One man's trash is the next man's treasure
3. I got chills, they're multiplying & I'm losing control. Cause the power you're supplying, it's ELECTRIFYING! You're the one that I want.
4. Love the life you live. Live the life you love.
5. When people kiss, their level of cortisol drops, which reduces stress. Bring on the smooches for finals week!
6. I don't understand why people try to holler & then get butt hurt when you pay 'em no mind. Does it really help you swallow the sadness of rejection by yelling "Bitch" after I've walked away without even looking at you once? Sometimes I wish I had a gun and an outstanding alibi, I'd do wonders for the world or for women living in the tenderloin who still have their dignity.
7. No city invites the heart to come to life as San Francisco does. Arrival in San Francisco is an experience in living. Baby I'm back!
8. When I see an open door, close your eyes, clear your heart, cut the cord. Wave goodbye, wish me well, you've got to let me go...
9. Put my foot on the gas for the first time in two years. It feels amazing.
10. Love is like an hourglass, filling up the heart as the brain empties.

December 15, 2010

Thank You Now.

I'm tired of all you skeletons in my closet because even though you're dead to me there will be moments where you will creep through the shadows & come out to haunt me. You're alive in your own ways and you walk the same face of the earth as I do. I wish the world was big enough for the both of us and on most days it is. You're dead to me but it's apparent that I'll never be dead to you...
I'm live.
Check my lifestyle. Click through my photos. Read the blog. Hear it through the grapevine. Do what ever it is you gotta do to take a peek at this life of mine. I'm alive and doing well for myself. I'm nothing like I used to be but still it's always been just me. I'm living on the brink of turning 21 and i'm flipping the world upside down on it's head so it can feel what I feel for a second, the euphoria. This constant state of surprise; pleasure at the start of each new day and the pain of how twenty-fours just doesn't seem like enough. Life is for living so I got up and I lived it. I hopped on a jet plane with a couple quarters and a handful of dreams in search of something I never knew was out there for me. I got my second chance of life so I thank you. I hit rock bottom and it's not like they say it was gonna be. It's soft, it's comforting, and everyone that's real shows face but the most amazing thing of all is if you get to hitting it hard enough, you bounce back up further than where you were before. I bounced. I'm sky high and I can't even remember what it feels like to be on the ground anymore. No room for baggage when you're accelerating up at such a speed. So no, I don't miss you. And that's real talk. I'm glad I met you but that's all the emotion I have left from that long ago girl I used to be. I appreciate the insight you've given me into this life, for setting a solid foundation that I won't fall back on but which I need to support the skyscraper I'm building. I've become the architect and I'm creating this masterpiece that you can marvel at later. Ride up the elevator to the top most floor, stand there on the ledge, marvel at everything below you, take a picture, make it last longer if not forever. But always keep it moving because I'm not sure you can keep up. I'm too hard of an act for you to follow. The bandwagons full but you can try to run behind it if you really feel compelled to grab a piece of this life I'm devouring. I'm not doing this for vengeance. Revenge isn't sweet, success just tastes delicious.

'They say the doors open up as soon as you find the missing key...'

December 10, 2010

Firework.

I'm writing posts over posts of blogs and hiding them behind the scenes of this website. Could it be that I'm actually too shy to hit "Publish Post" and let you see me? Writing is a socially acceptable form of getting naked in public. And it seems I've truly understood what it means to reveal yourself to a world of others; others who may misunderstand, others who may mock you in a crowded room, others who may steal your ideas, others who will hate you for the verbal carnage you spew. But among the others are a select few who may find inspiration behind the stories, the art, & the wrath, who seek wisdom behind your lines and words, who value what has to be said, who understand that it is written.
This one's for you.

I'm just your average girl, making your average everyday choices. To go to school or not go to school? Which jacket; which shoes? To date this boy or that one? Red pill, blue pill? I've made a choice to become more of a woman. I've made a choice to be my own light that fills up a room. But
sometimes there comes a person who will swing by, take a liking to what they see, spark a firework inside of you in attempt to sweep me off my feet. More times than not it's a dud. They end up picking themselves up off the ground after getting bucked, dusting themselves off as they go because I'm looking for something that falls within certain margins they do not meet. This is my world. I want it the way I want it. It's my life so I can be picky and choosy over the hand that feeds me.

I've always been Independent. I got my own. So yes, I'll always fight over you washing my dishes in my house because you are my guest. I'll give you an evil smirk when you beat me to opening my own doors. I'll argue when you refuse to let me pay for anything. I don't like being baby'd. Chivalry is dead. I've accepted that. Every girl has. However, I will admit that it's nice to see that it exists and the gestures don't go unnoticed. I'll appreciate that you give me your coat without even asking if I feel cold. "You don't have to dote on me.... I'm not that kind of girl" yet you spoil me rotten anyway; whether I enjoy it or not.

He came around while I had distracted myself elsewhere. He caught a glimpse of her, something ignited. He put his best foot forward & followed it. Despite everything, he dropped it on a whim. Matchbox in hand he showed me a side of man that I knew nothing about and lit the sparkler, filling everything up with light. I can't get a grip or find a handle on how to hold such a thing. If I try to put my fingers around it, I'll burn. When it started I was in limbo and I had to make a choice. It took some distance for me to realize that I had fallen without even knowing I had stepped off the ledge because I saw something glowing in the distance. Now he's got me speaking in tongues that I thought I cut out of my throat, forcing me to realize that this life is a gift. But he doesn't know what he's opening. He doesn't have a clue at how many people had to sit on top of this case to zip it shut and like a fire without oxygen, the flame was put out.
There were no tears, there was no remorse, and I realized there has been no regret. From it I was changed and I had nothing to lose from choosing the path I chose. I have nothing to lose in repeating it once again. But I don't want to fall into relationship repetition; fighting arguing sadness crying, etc.
Futuristically speaking, we may never work. No matter how bad I would want it to. Don't blow wishes on my lashes because they may never come true. It's going to take too much effort out of me to tell you otherwise. You're not wrecking any homes. You aren't causing me pain. We're setting ourselves up for disaster. I'm gonna try to save you. But it's hard when I can barely save myself from falling into your clutches because it's familiar, it's different, it's where I know I've always belonged. It's a burning. It's a desire. It's a flame.
Now it's like everything is on fire.

October 20, 2010

Super Senior.

In my life I've fallen behind more times than I can count on both fingers. Yet, thankfully to some strange physical force of nature, I've always been given the advantage to be ten paces ahead. When I do fall back, due to my silly errors, I realize that I miraculously fall into step with everyone around me and I'm set in a place that's comfortable.
If I ever just did was I was supposed to in this life, my life would be extraordinary. No doubt I would have been a proper nerd, class valedictorian and most likely to succeed in the yearbook. But I had too much flavor to live a life like that when I was younger. Instead I'd rather be the girl no one ever forgets, the person with the hype, because things like being Popular and flirting with boys come naturally for someone with a mouth that smiles and speaks like mine does. I've got a mouth that doesn't stop running and likes to waste a lot of time that you're still willing to spend on me. I have material wealth that's caused me to splurge on guilty pleasures that end up collecting dust in a closet. I've got a mentality that reads, "Live like you'll die tomorrow, dream as if you'll live forever" which takes away from my weekends set aside for studying. I've got a face that can manipulate the world and recently I've realized, though I've always known I was spoilt, I never took advantage of it as I am doing now or let it show so obviously. It's easy to see that I'm the error of my own trials and tribulations, a warrior of the actions I make, the soldier fighting the war of my life, the survivor of my mistakes.
It's puzzling to think about but perfect because puzzles intrigue me. I like to piece things together. If something is too set in place, leave it to me to tangle things together and meticulously pick and pull 'til the knots fall apart. My life is a prime example. I'm not trying to toot my own horn, I'm just saying I've never been one to take the easy way out of anything. I've naturally tangled myself into sticky situations finding out logic and strategic ways to pull myself out of the quicksand.
My parents shake their heads in dismay at my ethic and knack for always causing ten times more stress and pressure than needed to go all the way around a situation than directly through it. The easiest way from point A to B is in a straight line, but I'm complicated so I'd rather set up a twisted obstacle course and cross the finish line last with a lifetime's worth of experience and the gained knowledge of knowing what not to do next time. Easy is boring; I don't need God to challenge me, I'll do it for Him.
In respect to college, I'm not one of those "I chose a simple major" student who sits in the classroom and realizes if I do a few simple algebraic equations and functions, read some books and formulate a thesis I'll walk in Spring, gap and gown fitted, and enter a world where I must manage my parent's legacy because I can't find a job with my cumulative GPA of three something and an empty resume. For most, this is reality. (Similarly, being a Nurse, isn't any better in this damaged society.) However, I feel like most people have chosen something to major in that's a lot less complex than Biology. At maximum, they'll spend 3 hours, one semester and one unit in a lab whereas I'll be spending 33 semester hours on top of everything they do. So yes, Biology is more time consuming than your major and I've got to put in a lot more effort. There aren't just right and wrong answers, these are processes, practicals, and percentage errors that my life will depend on.

I am an aspiring biologist. I could have chosen to be anything but this was my passion. A dream that I've dreamt for a thousand years. And it is far from being the easy way out. I'll study the world around you and me. I'll attempt to fix the earth as if it was my jigsaw puzzle; no numbers to crunch, no essays to write, nothing but me and my environment, a box with puzzle pieces of different shapes and a few petri dishes of sample.
Graduating in four years is the norm but as always, I've found that the path I chose to walk across lead me to a deficit. The state is broke; more so than I thought. It gives too much emphasis to Business because they think that's what's gonna help us reach shore safely in this economic depression. The world, which gave us the ability to build everything when we rose from primordial ooze 3.5 billion years ago, comes second to the dollar bill and its value today. I LOATHE BUSINESS MEN. When the budget cut came it slashed science by the wayside and increased wretched Accounting's force by two. Forcing me to invest 36,000 dollars in the value, moral and ethics of the Catholic school system yet again and a counselor who told me it was Okay to be a super senior because I'd chosen to take a path more complicated than the average college student who does just enough to get by and faces a major employment problem later. Furthermore, I talked to my eldest and estranged sister who just delivered her first child, my nephew. I've always looked up to her and her BioChemistry degree which she attained from San Francisco State University back when they admired the field of science. She told me it was grueling but she finished in 4 1/2 years. That made me feel better.
So yes, I'm dissing your major against mine. And for that I'm sorry but for the next 3 years I'll be busting my ass for that cap and gown, which is pretty useless in today's society anyway unless you happen to know the right people and which ass to kiss. If you're a Biology major whose completed the program in four years with a current job that allows you to drive the newest BMW and take both Thanksgiving and Christmas off to see your family, than tell me I'm wrong. Tell me I'm mediocre. Tell me that I've fallen behind. Tell me I'm just your average. I don't mind finishing last if it means the effort will show, the knowledge will be present, and the job will available. I love college and though it'll be a drag to see everyone graduate, then be stuck at home trying to find work during my final lap in year five, I'll know what I did was right. I'll know that I didn't settle for anything less. I know I followed my dreams from point A to B. I know I'll finish last but, in life, I'll succeed first.
It Is Written.

October 13, 2010

Photograph

Because I get funky with my spoken word.
Youtube it, her delivery is amazing.

I wish I was a photograph
tucked into the corners of your wallet
I wish I was a photograph
you carried like a future in your back pocket

I wish I was that face you show to strangers
when they ask you where you come from
I wish I was that someone that you come from
every time you get there
and when you get there
I wish I was that someone who got phone calls
and postcards saying
wish you were here
I wish you were here
autumn is the hardest season
the leaves are all falling
and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground
and the trees are naked and lonely
I keep trying to tell them
new leaves will come around in the spring
but you can't tell trees those things
they're like me they just stand there
and don't listen
I wish you were here
I've been missing you like crazy
I've been hazy eyed
staring at the bottom of my glass again
thinking of that time when it was so full
it was like we were tapping the moon for moonshine
or sticking straws into the center of the sun
and sipping like icarus would forever kiss
the bullets from our guns
I never meant to fire you know
I know you never meant to fire lover
I know we never meant to hurt each other
now the sky clicks from black to blue
and dusk looks like a bruise
I've been wrapping one night stands
around my body like wedding bands
but none of them fit in the morning
they just slip off my fingers and slip out the door
and all that lingers is the scent of you

I once swore if I threw that scent into a wishing well
all the wishes in the world would come true

do you remember
do you remember the night I told you
I've never seen anything more perfect than
than snow falling in the glow of a street light
electricity bowing to nature
mind bowing to heartbeat
this is gonna hurt bowing to I love you
I still love you like moons love the planets they circle around
like children love playgrounds
I still hear the sound of you
and think of playgrounds
where outcasts who stutter
beneath braces and bruises and acne
are finally learning that their rich handsome bullies
are never gonna grow up to be happy
I think of happy when I think of you
so wherever you are I hope you're happy
I really do

I hope the stars are kissing your cheeks tonight
I hope you finally found a way to quit smoking
I hope your lungs are open and breathing this life
I hope there's a kite in your hand
that's flying all the way up to orion
and you still got a thousand yards of string to let out
I hope you're smiling
like god is pulling at the corners of your mouth

cause I might be naked and lonely
shaking branches for bones
but I'm still time zones away
from who I was the day before we met
you were the first mile
where my heart broke a sweat

and I wish you were here
I wish you'd never left
but mostly I wish you well
I wish you my very very best

-Photograph, Andrea Gibson.

October 4, 2010

It's October (Revival)

It's October.
Nikita, it's about time you shut the fuck up & grow up.

Because they're right; I wasn't here a year ago.
Because there has been change.
Because today San Diego rained like San Francisco.
Because my car got me to school and back safely today.
Because as I walked to class I almost decided to change majors until I was the one who completed the Chem lab with 99.99887% accuracy; rounded to the least significant figure.
Because this year I dropped 15 lbs so that sleezy outfit would be mighty fitted on the 31st.
Because the GIANTS made it to the play offs, without a wild card.
Because I'll fast for nine straight days & have a reason for it.
Because the Blue Angels will soar and I'll look to the sky & smile.
Because the gym has become my temple this month.
Because I'm not allowed to bother people with my bullshit.
Because no one, including myself, has time to waste.
Because there will be days that I'm gonna have to stick it out alone.
Because I'm beautiful.
Because I said so.
Because Christmas is coming...

And most importantly,
Because I love you too much to ever let you go.


She only drinks coffee at midnight
But the moment is not right
And the time is quite, unusual
You see her confidence is tragic
But her intuition's magic.
And the shape of her body...
She's beautiful...

October 3, 2010

It's October

Abused. Baffled. Confused. Disgusted. Esoteric. Freak. Gaping. Heartless.
Idiotic. JinXed. Kink. Lustful MinX. Nonsensical. Obtuse. Promiscuous. Querulous. Rusted. Sorry. Tainted.UGLY. Vulnerable. Wretched, Xyz.
But the fault is my own.

It's October.
Days like this I need a hug. Just a hug; blinded by my faults & flaws, irrelevant of my problems and issues, tight so as to suffocate my brain into forgetting, strong enough to support me because I just wanna slink onto the floor, crawl under a rock & stay there for a while.
I feel cold. Drained. Alone.
How did I get here?
Maybe I'm being a little dramatic, but then again it's October.
The days will grow dark like they did last year.
The symptoms of Schizo will become apparent.
Strange voices will become familiar again & tell me all the things I don't want to hear.
Nightmares will haunt.
The bones of the skeletons trapped in the closet will send sounds that shiver up my spine.
I'll try to tell them that I'm changed.
I'm going to have to come to grips with this.
October used to be my favorite month until I wrecked havoc on my body & signed away my soul.
I won't blow out the candle when I'm not supposed to this time.
I'll try to be selfless since I was given a second chance.
This year I realize there's more to live for than just to reach that light at the end of the tunnel.
Maybe that's why it seems so dark in here.
First days of October; the quite before the storm.
Please remember, that this too shall pass.

September 26, 2010

Choices & Choosing; Love Vs. Lust

On the eve of my departure from my beautiful city by the bay I'm sitting here conflicted once again. Moving has probably landed itself as one of the greatest feats I've accomplished and I'm digging the moments that make up my life currently; this is college. I've never been homesick since I've left and leaving the airport Friday I couldn't decide where I'd rather be. I've realized my relationship with both has become a hardship; meethi si mushkil, a sweet difficulty in choosing which one is better suited for me. Isn't this always the case?
Friday night the city put on it's best show in order to impress me and it was hottt shit; a whole 10 degrees warmer than down south. I spent the night "peruse-ing" the streets, meeting up with friends & enjoyed feeding off their energy 'til the wee hours of the morning when I, reluctantly, made way home, slept til 2 in the afternoon & did nothing but drive around in my car, pick up my closest compadres & EAT! The whole time I was with her it felt like any other day, "there's no place like home" but still I had a quesy feeling in my stomach & an unease over my heart & San Diego constantly on my mind. My soul will forever stay in San Francisco, my roots are everlasting; but it seems like she's got some competition that she's got to keep up with because the messages of "i miss you" come from both sides sending me mixed signals. I can't tell who to believe and which path I want to go down since I can tell there's gonna be a fork in the road up ahead.
It's a fork that will decide much more than this.
My life's entangled but I rather it be like this than in shambles. I have options, space to play in and things to choose from. And being as indecisive as I am; this is a challenge.
It's another game of love versus lust.
There's the one I love over the one I lust. Both sweet & sour; pure at heart, & intriguing. A something old, a something new. Yet, one, no doubt, has greater value to me than the other; no one beats the stature. But I can't let one go without feeling the regret of losing the other because selfishly I'd like to keep them both. There's two; the one who loves and the one who lusts and I'm torn because I also love and lust. And while I want both; I can't have my cakes and eat 'em too because I have sari's & blouses I need to fit in by the time navrati rolls around next month and can't afford the extra caloric intake. If I had a gun to my head, I'd know exactly which one I'd rather be stuck with & I'm sure he knows that too; they both do and sometimes that's shameful to admit to the loser but nothing's that serious so why do I choose to overthink it. It's always fun until someone gets hurt; so let's just play.
This isn't just a tale of two cities; it goes much deeper to describe everything my life has come to at this point. Choices & choosing. While I sit on the phone and weigh out the options with her; it's me who has to ultimately decide which path I want to cross & which bridge I prefer burning. As many outcomes as I can possibly give him as to what will most likely occur in a given situation; he can give me expert analysis from the feild but I'm going to be the one who will test out my hypotheses & will bear the consequences or reap the benefits of my life experiments.
It's another decision I think of while watching the season premier of Grey's Anatomy, which will slowly become the epitome of my Thursday Nights. I live to cut, for surgeries and stories of life threatening implications and microbugs galore. To watch them cut through the front of some teenager's face and show it! It could be all mine. I could be the one who waits for him to recover & explain to him how the tumor was removed successfully; I'd given him life. I can play God but it's a decision that's drastic. It's something that needs to be carefully thought out, planned for, and executed in top-class fashion. I can do it but its also sacrificial. Give up one for the other; choices & choosing. Go hard; or go home. To cut or be cut. Surgery vs Research. Which is love, which is lust? Another hardship because, although one day I might wrap my fingers daintly around that scapel, the weight of having that person's life on my table in my hands will bear down on my shoulders to such an extent that will make me readjust my posture & choose the alternate course; the less prestigious; disease research. It's safe, it's predictable. It's a job where I only endanger myself yet lose the respect of others.
It's all intertwined if you look at it closely. Is all the lust worth all that love has to offer? Which has the better outcome?
Love is undefinable. Lust is a thirst; only love can quench if it's strong enough. Love is pure while Lust is a deadly sin. I guess I've got to look hard enough to harness it's powers, make it my own, and unleash it only in dire situations or just let love put the fire out for good. I can't let it have control or power. I'm not it's object, and I refuse to let you believe me to be one.

September 13, 2010

99 Problems.

What if what I think is great but isn’t as great as something greater?

Because I found what I thought was great. He sits there and does the things that makes me mad, says things that make me smile, and wipes up all the mess my mind spills out like carnage when I’m in the worst of phases because he's a good friend. He tells me not to fall but I trip anyway knowing full and well the consequence that I may just land face first on the asphalt. He appears out of thin air and it’s as if all the pieces fall into place; but always, always just for the moment because we have our own things to do. Because when something else comes along He disappears just as quickly. I threw him into the closet along with all the clothes that just came freshly laundered to make space for us on the bed and pretended like I never even knew his name because for now what's great is what's laying next to me in the early hours of the morning keeping me warm. I could play this role well. I could execute it perfectly for quite a while. Because I dig my nails into your back like hooks and feed off you like the vampire I swear I am until you run dry. Because I can. Because this is college and I’m young. There are no strings attached. Fairytales don’t exist. And chivalry only reminds me of how he opens and closes my doors; just like you did last night and I gave you a sour face you couldn’t decipher after.

Today something inside me stirred rather uncomfortably. As much as I want to make this out to be greater than great it’s not. It’s plausible. Business-wise it’s probably a smarter choice. It’s got more footing, better standing, sits within the boundaries that I’m sure everyone would be happy with. It’s safe. Yet it drives a furiously loud car that makes me bite my lips when we ride. I can hear it coming from down the midway but it’s not what I’m used to. But it tastes different and leaves a stinging sensation on my tongue. Leaves me with a bittersweet goodbye that occurs with no promise of what’s going to happen to the pieces of the puzzle that I plan to leave unsolved. Because this is everything I never wanted.

As much as it makes this whole game difficult. As much as I hate the fact that I compare apples to apples and find out that their all just oranges. As much as I hate keeping these standards that high up where virtually no one has ever been able to cross... I guess above it all it is a great thing that's saving me. Above it all there's a friendship that can't be broken, there's love that I'll refuse to be ruined, there's someone whose not gonna let me forget why I'm here, doing what I'm doing.

So I'll just let 'em all go.

September 4, 2010

Adrenaline

Pre-Flight:
it's about ninety something degrees out here and I can feel the inside of my body heat up as adrenaline courses through my veins. I'm jumping out of a plane at 13,000 or so feet. I didn't have time to make a will so for now I suppose this will suffice. I'm jumping because it takes serious balls. Because I'm with my 3 best friends [who managed to hype this up enough for my ears to perk]. Because it's September & I started a new life for myself just last week in San Diego [and it seemed like a perfect way to let loose the tension]
if I die all of my money, which is not a whole hell of a lot should go into cancer research... Specifically not for anyone whose ever been a smoker. I'm sorry [maybe when Dad has it I'll change my mind]. It should go to help children who have no control. My organs should be first donated away to help whoever can take whatever they need. Apart from my liver and brain which are probably still soaked in alcohol. Everything else in my body should go to science.
to those I love, I love you. And th...[at is all.]

Post Jump:
Yea call me crazy but let's do it again? Next time we should definitely go higher. If it wasn't so expensive this would definitely be a hobby for us. Krishna had a great pre-birthday weekend. And i'm glad I was there to enjoy it with her. I can't believe how nervous I was as I saw those houses turn into little dots. I was tempted to ask who else had died from this very jump, at this location. How many people wound up with broken legs or in need of a defibrillator at the end. But the rush you feel during you're free fall is like no other rush you can feel in your life, not to mention the stress relief. I almost forgot that I had a bunch of Calc homework to do while I was up there coming back down to earth.

Reflect:
In the air, I feel weightless. Even when I'm flying to and from NorCal to SoCal I can feel the weight lift off my shoulders during take off and I feel like up there I'm as close to heaven as I'll ever get. I write with fluidity and produce my best work up there because my mind is light. I also get a great power nap (if there isn't a fussy baby sitting next to me throwing apple juice out of her sippy cup all over the seats) and the dreams I procure are....nevermind.
When I was signing up for the jump you read through the legal documents in fine print, giving up your writes with your two letter initials at any attempt to sue the company or instructor, about the fact that you're initials at the end of this sentence mean that it's ok if your chute doesn't open and you land face first on earth and die, because HEY, shit happens. The legality of it all make you wonder what your life is worth, what does it mean to just sign on the dotted line and say that Hey Mom & Dad, Thanks for paying x amount of dollars for my tuition, years worth of headache & fighting trying to talk me out of my crazy schemes, and the time it took to raise such a self-righteous woman because for this jump, just for the thrill of it, i'm gonna throw it all away.
Cancer & Diabetes, the people with their smiles, the pictures attached to great memories, the new beginnings in San Diego all hung in the air as my hand shook furiously & scrawled Nikita Patel just shy of the bold X and dotted line. I was definitely nervous that all of my life's work, the future dreams I had, the people I'd never get a chance to meet, the men and women I would one day raise from small neophytes... could possibly be over, cease to exist, never be in the next 5 minutes.

I know I'm not ready to die. I should have known that I was never ready. HE knows he's not ready to take me away. My work is unfinished.

My best friend gave me the best advice. He said each day's a gift and not a given right. Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind. And try to take the path less traveled by.That first step you take is the longest stride.
If today was your last day and tomorrow was too late, could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last? Leave old pictures in the past, Donate every dime you have?
If today was your last day... -Nickleback

August 28, 2010

The Competition.

I usually do all the talking. I could go on for hours if he let me but he won't and maybe that's a good thing despite the fact that I hate being cut short. Everyone I meet I allow myself to learn from, whether for better or worse, so he teaches me to stick to what's most important & worth hearing; cut the unnecessary crap because time is a terrible thing to waste. And time is something he never has enough of.

There are times where we sit and talk for hours about everything. And it's times like these I think I love the most between us because after all is said & done, I'm enlightened by it. We talk about talking; we think about thinking. We speak in dreams and visions so vividly I feel like I’m in them; a daydream like state takes over me. We believe in destiny and we talk about the future. He's intense & he's driven. Maybe in a past life this kid could've been my best friend, but then again maybe not. Being around him you can't help but feel your bones rattle under your skin. In that moment you want to do something, you want to be something, & you’ll drop everything to accomplish just that. Maybe it was these little conversations that sparked my decision to move on to a better school that would give me the kind of education I deserved & needed. Maybe it was the little push I needed to gain the confidence to kiss that envelope & send in that application because I knew my mind was better than this.

At first I thought I'd never find someone who shares the unique similarities that I realize now to be true in him. I'm always ten steps ahead of the crowd & pages away from what everyone else is reading into and I pride myself in that. I was content with the thought that I'd never meet anyone who comes close to being on the level that I’m standing. I stood on this self-made pedestal alone, now it’s like I’m budging over to make room for the competition. At first I knew it must simply be infatuation that drew me to him; that made him seem perfect, polite, and on the same page. He's cute…but when has the looks ever been the thing that matters most for a girl like me? He’s charming but so are many others... so how could he be the one to get past the defenses? It had to be something deeper, something more meaningful, possibly fate, that wanted me to keep this person close at hand for a long time.

There are only a few people in this world who have the pleasure to get under my skin and past the outer coverings I protect myself with. He's gotten a chance to see them in these brief moments where I’m not afraid to let down the walls and allow someone in, someone who I barely know, a stranger. And for once it's not just me talking, so I listen. And something happens, something clicks. For once, someone understands the pride I have in my dreams, the determination in my eyes, and the ambition in my voice that will make it all possible. Someone shares the same aspiration but is following his own path & not viciously feeding off mine. Someone else believes in their own destiny that's waiting to be fulfilled & isn't just waiting around for a miracle or an inheritance from their father; the assumption that lead to my Indian boy stereotype.

Boys come a dime a dozen and if I didn't know any better I would've just wrote him off the list as another all talk, no action wanna-be big shot from day one. But I didn't because here I am months later doing the same shit, feeling the same way after he told me he wrote something worth reading. And for once, I shut up, I listened, and I thought about my thoughts. And I realized I haven’t met all the world’s people. That not all of these boys are jerks who live off the wealth of their parents and are born with silver spoons in their mouths, and whom remain in their "boyhood" forever.

I've learned so much from him that I can't even bother to write it all down or tell him everything or anything to his face; i'm better with words on paper. But I've gained respect for boys who've learned how to turn into men; who are as strongly dedicated to themselves as he is to his own future and the creation of the life he’s building for himself; as dedicated as I am in making sure I'm self-sufficient & will never need to depend on a man to support me but instead aid him in supporting a family.It's funny to think how I used to make him out to be the villain but now that seems pointless since he’s proven to be a hero. However, broken hearts are messy affairs that I no longer wish to divulge in and though I should keep my walls up and my eyes on the lookout I feel like I don’t have to do so with as much scrutiny because this isn't about falling for prince charming; this is about healthy competition. Someone who can keep up, for now.

August 24, 2010

About A Boy

I'm attempting to write a blog about a boy.
In the meantime, I'll be inspired by Nirvana.

I need an easy friend
I do, With an ear to lend
I do think you fit this shoe
I do, But DO you have a clue?

I'll take advantage while
You hang me out to dry
But I can't see you every night.

August 5, 2010

Sacrifices.

Up until now there has been no real "book" writing. Mostly because I don't know where to begin. But now, on the eve of my departure into a new world, a new life in San Diego I feel that I should cherish the memories and face the horrors of my past in attempts to come to terms with myself and my many mistakes.
The single most common question that I've been asked these past two years being in college has been "What are you studying?" The easy answer that most people are given is "Bio" yet sometimes I go on further to pompously say, "Biology/Pre-med or Pre-Pharm." It was only when my uncle asked on the car ride home from Potbelly's in Dallas that I gave an elaborate explanation of my academic choice to study Biology. So I told him, my Bachelor of Science in Biology degree isn't the ending point, it's the starting point. This degree that I will hopefully obtain from USD will be a pre-requisite into the life that I'm trying to lead. To most students my age getting the undergrad degree done is the end point. After that it's nothing but work, marriage, settling down and then comes the baby in the baby carriage. For me, it's a stepping stone, just another rung on my ladder of life. It's something I have to complete in order to get to the next level. Right now I'm not really living the life that I've dreamed but everyday counts and I'm getting there slowly and of course, I've been enjoying it all along.
The past two years at State have been amazing but now it's time to bite the bullet and put all childish things aside and make sacrifices for the Nikita I'll become in the future. The Thirsty Thursday nights on campus will come to an abrupt halt, the hung-over in class and only half-heartedly paying attention will cease to exist, pulling all-nighter days will be a thing of the past, and that hyphy chick that most people believe I am will show her demise as I board that 747 and head back to San Diego to start over another Fall semester of real college. I've got two years, financially, to get what I need to get done in San Diego and the clock is ticking. I'll have to make sacrifices and I'll need to factor in coming home every few weekends to make sure my mom doesn't miss me too much. Additionally, I'll be 21 in a few short months and although this sounds like the best time of my life it'll be the time where life comes and slaps me in the face and I'll actually get a real grip on reality. I'll have to still remember what I'm in this for because time is of the essence and I'll have to trick her into believing that I can handle 16+ units of rigorous courses to ensure that I walk down that platform and receive my diploma before 12.20.12, at the very least.

"When I was a child, I spoke like a child,
I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child;
when I became an adult, I put an end to childish ways"
-1 Corinthians 13:11


August 2, 2010

Outta Control.

Don't get me wrong, I love my city. San Francisco is my life and I have thrived well in it, up 'til now. But when I'm there I feel congested. My chest constricts air and I can't breathe. Maybe it's the pollution, maybe it's the fog, maybe it's the people or the small spaces I'm confined within each city block. I've grown out of my shell and now I need to expand. So I'm here again in Dallas, TX breathing some almost fresh air. I woke up to the hot Texan sun (103 degrees F) and I feel the weight that's lifted. I feel the change that has taken place since the last time I was here two months ago. I'm different.
I've got a little over two weeks before the big move to San Diego and no one cares about this more than I do. I've checked out my campus and I'm in love with it. I'm going to immerse myself in education and become something more than anyone else I know. And as much as I want to grab all my favorite people and take 'em along on this ride, I know now that most of them won't be able to handle it because this book isn't written for them; it's written for me. And maybe just maybe they aren't strong enough to deal. I'm fast paced & I'm spontaneous. I'm spoilt, I'm a princess. I want more than what's in store for me and I expect it. I push God to the limit and I know he's got alot to tell me when this life is over. I'm a perfectionist and I'm a winner but I'm all of these things because, most of all, I'm a go-getter. "Whatever she wants, you know she gets" only because I make it so. Where there is a will, there is a way, my way.
I'm headed back to SF for the weekend to work my last few days and then I might even take another trip to the East coast: maybe New York, maybe Florida, just because I can. I need to clear my head and I've done this all on my own, without the help of anyone.
I'm sick of being there for people; bending backwards at their every need, only to find out that they aren't bending back. I've realized I'm the only 'down-ass' and I make it happen for myself. Whatever I say I'm gonna do is executed down to the very last tee. The people who say they're 'coming-with' rarely ever show so what's the point in believing in them anymore. That's fine. Everyone is everyone; and everything is everything; and everything is not always what it seems or goes the way you think it will. From now on it's me against the world. Fuck friends. Fuck love. Fuck family; well most of them at least.
People let you down whether they're blood-related or those who pinky promise you the world.
So like any angry girl, I deleted my face book. Don't think you know what's going on merely by checking my status updates or photos. We're not all tight and shit because you make up one of the 700. If you want to be a part of this life because you think you can handle it then make the time, let your presence in my life be felt through more than just flat words on a computer screen. I'm done with everyone and from this point on I'm not going back and I'll never be the same. It's a new chapter in the novel, we'll see who sticks around and I'll see who goes.
I guess Marilyn said it best, "I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."

May 27, 2010

Forever Young

I guess someone somewhere was right about me... I'm an angry writer. I began writing when I used to have tantrum attacks and it would calm me. It was my type of Anger Management and it worked wonders. It was only when I had these fits I would produce the best quality of writing. Now I'm content, currently sitting in the hot Texan sun at my aunt's place in Dallas. I h
ave not a care in the world and no essays to write, nothing to bitch about, and no one to blame or to be annoyed by. It's blissful but my mind is blank. I stared at the keyboard for a good twenty minutes before I wrote that first line up there. M
y fin
gers fly over the keyboard as if this is my first time writing because in a way it is... I'm happy while I'm writing. There's nothing that needs to be changed. Nothing in dire need of fixing. No
extreme emotion or feelings that need to be let out. I'm in love with love and I love the people I'm around. The people who wake me up every morning with the best text messages and those who put me to sleep soundly every night. My uncle who made me breakfast this morning and my mom who calls me periodically throughout the day to let me know she misses seeing my face since I've been away. Dad's out of the hospital and Janika's going to gra
duate in a week or so. I've cut the boys out of the picture for a second because it's time to just focus on me rather than chasing butterflies and later crying over all the spilt milk
. The drama has ceased to exist because there's no misery left to feed off of here. The work out routine pumps up endorphins and brings me endless positivity. The sunshine seeps in thro
ugh the blinds early in the morning and when the it sets here it's absolutely amazing. Everything is perfect and I'm pretty sure it won't be long before everything is changed once again. For now
I'm gonna roll down the windows and sing at the top of my lungs and enjoy this moment with the ones I love. I wish I could stay this young forever, for now I'm gonna milk it for al
l it's worth...

May 4, 2010

Save Me, San Francisco.

It's days like these that make me miss her. She's the only one I've ever loved because she's the only one I've ever known. She stole my heart at first breath and her name always lingers at the tip of my tongue. She's always too cool yet still so hot, especially on days like this. Her smile shines as bright as the sun as I look up and see clear blue skies all around me. It's the first week of May & with my headphones blasting I walk out of my house to the always bustling streets of a downtown San Francisco morning heading to campus for the last time in flip flops and a t-shirt. She's warming up day by day and my heart is melting all along.

It was a perfect moment between us and so I recounted all the time I’ve spent with her. I've been by her side for the last two decades. Her outstanding beauty will always lure me into her and make me stay here too long. Her skin, compromised of all the colors and tones of the rainbow, reflect off little flecks of gold on days like this. The lush green of the golden gate park where we bike ride on Sundays, the blue water reflecting a clear blue sky over Alcatraz, the vibrant red of the historic bridge still standing & making a name for this tiny but mighty city by the bay, all reside in her eyes. Even the concrete grey of the financial district buildings glimmer in the light as the rays of the sun bounce off the windows and light up each narrow street as I walk to my beloved bus station thinking about how much this city has truly changed my life.

She's seen me through my dark phases and raised me up to my brightest days. She's nurtured me back to health and I've ran to her loving arms because she's like a mother to me. She’s taught me many lessons as I've pranced around these city streets since I was a child. Each district being my own personal playground so full of distinct flavors like wonderful home cooked meals. Every time I fell she rushed to me and kissed each bruise as softly as the wind. I walked all over her and she willingly allowed me to, first wearing the newest light up action sneakers on my way to Pre-K and later in my cap & gown rushing up the hills to get to the church on time. I've come to know every inch of her body. The map of her as unique as a fingerprint forever embedded in the palm of my hand.

She's seen me change with age and helped me grow all while loving me unconditionally because it is she who has made me who I am. She seeks individuality in the multifaceted, talented and talentless souls searching for inspiration. She accepts the unaccepted and she embraces each for their uniqueness because she is also an abstract piece of art created on canvas stretching out 7 miles by 7 miles. She is beautiful, day & night. As the sun above her sets, she covers each of us with her aura, a light blanket of cool mist. As she lulls me into a deep, restful sleep beneath the fog she steals my heart away.

“I was so high I did not recognize the fire burning in her eyes. The chaos that controlled my mind. Whispered goodbye as she got on a plane. Never to return again but always in my heart...”

April 6, 2010

Phobia.

Fear can be defined as "to be afraid or feel anxious or apprehensive about a possible or probably situation or event." Fears can be so compellingly strong they turn into phobias, constant fears and aversions to a certain thing. The wonderful world wide web has mass lists of what exists in the realms of phobia and I had these lists to use at my disposal as I delved deeper into fear itself. My curious and wandering eyes took a peak at what might be an excuse for my anxiety, the phobias that I hold deep in my mind. The most prevalent fear I diagnosed myself of, linked directly to anxiety, is Monophobia, the fear of being alone.
It's a weird state of being because there are times, like now while I write, where I do like to be alone in complete silence. Going home from school riding the bus I blast my ipod and I walk for blocks & blocks, preferring to be alone. I stare out of windows and watch people go about their daily business, all alone. However, from the world ALONE comes loneliness, lonesome, lone, and the word one.
We are all one being. Each build and born with a heart, a mind, a soul, a distinct puzzle piece. Just one, and in my strong belief, made for just one. It's as simple as Newton's Law: For every action, there is a reaction. It's the reason why black was made for white, how night competes with day, what goes up comes down, how ying balances yang, and how man + woman create beautiful life.
Everyone has a somebody, a soul mate, a happily ever after, righhhhht?
But what if there are mutations in the genetic coding of life, fate, & destiny? Miniature disasters? Tiny mistakes? Kinks in the chain- the circle of life?
What if out of the 2.3 million people who get married annually in the United States, your lottery number isn't called on, consecutively year after year, until it's just too late?
I met a man once, aged & wise, & he told me that he had woken up one morning believing that he was okay with being alone, forever. His time had passed and he was fine being on his own, without a marriage, without children, no one to come home to at the end of a long day, & no one to build an empire with but himself.
To many Americans this idea is normal, an every day part of life. "The One" simply doesn't exist for everyone. Some people never want to get married, there are even PHOBIAS against marriage itself. However, as much as I'll hate to admit it, my culture has engrained the notion of young marriages & childbirth in me far worse than I could imagine. Nonetheless, it's my anxiety, my fear, my dependency on another human for happiness and nuturing that makes me thirst for the dream that he let go of so freely, he's ok with being alone. Yet, I don't think I'll ever be happy with such an idea because the thought of it scares the living shit out of me.
You have your friends, you have your family & I've been told over and over again that I need to learn to stay away from attachments and learn to depend on myself for comfort and consolation. But will this satisfy me forever?
Right now college life gets the best of me on most days so the thoughts skip my mind. I live and breathe for whatever tomorrow holds. The last thing on my mind is tying the knot, settling down with one and living happily ever after by having my cake & eating it too. It wasn't until today at dinner that a guest in our house told me that I was next after my uncle's official engagement in May seals the deal and sets the date. I took a fat gulp and I could feel the sweat seep out of my forehead. Not because I'm next because my father wouldn't have that, but what if I don't find him in time.
What if he doesn't exist? What if this is the test that I live with this fear forever?

"The silence overtakes me, the idle words forsake me & I'm left to face me."
- FlyLeaf, In the Dark


April 3, 2010

Riddle for a Mind.


Fool's Gold- Cassandra Farrar.
You've got a riddle for a mind,
It takes way too much time
to figure you out...
I think i'm getting closer and closer
but really I'm getting farther and farther...

Can you tell me wheres your mind off too?
Cause I'm having a hard time catching up to you
Telling me you want me
Saying you can't have me
Yet you're here
Happily kissing on me

And this was just a trick,
You let me in, You let me have it...
Cause this was what you were going for
But at the end of the day,
You won and you got me wanting more...

April 1, 2010

I keep on.

Last year, I pranked Pooja into thinking I was pregnant with the help of Krishna. She believed it, of course. All through class she seemed quite disturbed and I put on the best performance of my life when I greeted them with a solemn face at the X after class and spoke very little. We came home from school and threw two teaspoons of hot chilli powder into the cupcake which he ate without flinching.
A year later, here we are again. A year has gone by and it's been ups & downs. I've got a hard drive packed up with all the photos, memories, and evidence that I've changed for the better regardless of your assumptions, opinions, or judgement. As seen on Formspring, and through many emails, comments, etc.- I'm the person people look up to for advice or a wise word or two. A year later, I'm stronger than I was before. I've got a heavy heart that's still beating after all the brutality I had brought onto it. A brain that knows nothing about failure and feeds off wisdom. A mindset that devours anything in its path. A gut that's indecisive about what it's feeling. And a soul that keeps on.
Now I'm sitting in the car looking at all the lights outside in this strange and interesting place, listening to Taio Cruz on the radio and thinking that maybe I shouldn't have broken all those hearts in the past. Maybe then I wouldn't feel like this.
Whatever this feeling is... it's definitely not regret.
So I'll keep it moving.

March 31, 2010

I asked you earlier and let you know how fantastic of advice you give. Your wonderful, beautiful, smart intelligent, gifted and yet something about you feels captivating. Keep up your hard work, you will do well in life.

I honestly thank you. Seems you know a lot about me. Things like this truly make my day. I'll definitely keep up my work and hope that you're right about doing well in life. If i ever amount to something noteworthy, it'll be thanks to people like you.

Got Questions?

March 27, 2010

April Showers, May Flowers.

April is coming fast and it's great because it's the time everyone comes together. A year ago we signed our names in blood at the basketball tournament and posted all the pictures as an official treaty that we're all in this together. We started a movement and through the course of one year we've split up, reconnected, and brought most of ourselves back to center within this seven mile radius of a city. We're wiser. We're stronger. We're different. I'm reincarnate.
A year has past since I began my erosion of the former Nikita and recreated myself in this new image, Nikita 2.0. I've been revived by the grace of God and given a second shot of life. For the most part, I'm exuberant, happy and forever grateful. Life has more value, my conscience has regained consciousness, and my religion, love, and wrath has matured.
"The heart in me is strong today... No regrets, I'm blessed to say, the old me dead and gone away."

Summer is coming and when it hits, it'll feel like a new year. However, I've still got to deal with April filled with the stress of all the projects & presentations I have to complete, the rain that will pour relentlessly as summer speeds in and takes over. I'll have to step my game up at work as I take on new responsibilities that will make me even more overly-efficient. I've got my gym buddy back and he will push me past the limits of exhaustion. And I'll have to allot time to make up for everything I've missed in the people who are venturing back into my life.
Apart from all this is my family. As a girl who dreams up fairytales while she daydreams I was all too excited to hear the news this morning. On the same weekend in May we will be celebrating my parent's 25th anniversary, housewarming my aunt's first home, and, now, congratulating the soon-to-be newlyweds who will be officially engaged that day. A week later my sister will be graduating high school and entering into the adult world.
It's going to be a wonderful kick off to summer where I plan to legally drive a motor vehicle, get back into the groove of dance, and officially learn to shred on my la guitara like no one's ever seen before.
It's going to keep me on my toes. I'm bloodthirsty for what tomorrow brings.
I'm on a hype, I feel the high, and I'm completely sober for now.
Nikita's back.

March 21, 2010

Time Capsule.

Almost ten years ago my sister and I filled two shoe boxes worth of our most important memories of the time and scheduled it to be opened in 2010. She's been bugging me every since New Years to open it and today happened to be the day.
I had just got back from our much needed LA joyride where I visited the happiest place on Earth where life was held on pause, uncomplicated my life just slight enough to make it seem ever more complicated now that it's "facebookly over," drove across the bridge bumping the classic bay slaps, lit up with the birthday boy at Ocean Beach and got instantly pulled into the whirlwind that is my college life as of this point.
I gave up drinking and red meat for Lent only because I felt thats what my Hindu side would want me to do, hung out with my mains at a bonfire the night before, attended a Holi function this morning and got doused in color and submerged back into my life. I came home and unpacked LA slowly. Trying to remember each event or memory as I threw all my outfits into the laundry bag and replaced every one of my seven pairs of shoes on the shelf where they belong.
I'm sitting on the bed in a mess of stuff that I previously used to own as a kid trying to think if the person that made this expected that a person like me would be opening it.
Inside I found a chess set from when I joined the chess club in the third grade because I was and STILL AM a complete nerd, thousands of cards and notes we exchanged in class from friends I barely remember, origami cranes I obsessed over, gag items like fake cigs, itching powder, instant bloody nose, and magic ink that I loved to use on unexpected family members. Harry Potter and Pokemon trading cards galore, toy cars I collected, pictures in tiny handmade frames, and other little trinkets I treasured.
This was my childhood in a box.
The mood ring became the most intriguing object inside the box. It was a token of one of the most unbreakable friendships I've ever owned. Currently I'm wearing it on my pinky because it no longer fits on my index finger where I used to wear it. The color fell somewhere between amber yellow and brown the second I put it on and has remained bouncing back and forth as such throughout this process.
This is what google and I decided that it meant; I'm always mixed up with my emotions; I feel one way and my mind reacts in another. It's the wonderful world of Nikita so naturally I'm cool and confused, always bold and forever rebellious. I'm bittersweet about being back in the bay after my trip into bliss this past week. I'm worried that things are changing and it won't be the same. Life's moving too fast and I'm anxious to see what tomorrow holds but I'm troubled because I'm trying to mull over today while still attempting to have a firm grip on yesterday. I have a rising energy that allows me to get out of bed in the morning and go out of my way to make at least one person's day via a compliment, a text, or an unexpected surprise visit.
The time capsule, all the pictures taken, and the way I feel at this point makes me realize that I was built to live off memories, both as a child and an adult. I live off the picture frames in my room, my charm bracelet and my green thermos I can't live without, the things he said & she said that I collectively quote in my phone, and even the receipt I keep on my calendar since you keep mine on yours. It's just the way I keep my mind from wandering and am able to stay within the realm of sanity and reality.
The previous night I fell asleep influenced by the herb in a bed I missed because it feels like I'm sleeping in a cloud, next to a girl whose become almost too close to me, like family. She's my therapist. My first "go-to" person for life's problems, mainly because she always prescribes the right antidote for my issues- a ear to listen, a shoulder to cry on, words that help. "Just go with the flow" ends every one of our therapy sessions and that's what we've been doing. That night we talked about a series of events. We got back from LA and pulled back into my life all too abruptly. We're both quite content but not ecstatic about the situation of things. There is something that needs to be changed but I'm not sure what it is. I'm thirsty for these get-aways and we always get our way with them but it's an expensive hobby so it won't last long. I got to figure out how to manage the world on my shoulders rather than run away from all the stress.
Today I'm sitting recapping everything from past to present, and soaking it all in. I'm relaxing right now and preparing to take on an intense schedule that won't quit until the end of May. Because maybe that's what I need to do is take the effort and instead of running away from everything I'm gonna drag my feet, pick up speed and run into it all head first. Time is only wasting and I'm not waiting for the eventually will fall into place... Ten years from now I'll open up another time capsule and I'll see that the world unfolded just as it should have. Just as I wanted it to. I just need to go with the flow and breathe.

March 8, 2010

damaged.

today i want to run some more.
i tried running but i guess i didn't go far enough.
i want to run further until i find the right arms. i want to run into them with an open mind and an open heart. i want to spill the beans on my mistakes, i want to cry over the spilled milk of my regrets, i want to slip and fall into someone i can trust with anything. someone whose ears will listen while my mouth screams out carnage. i want to have them know me for everything i am today, everything i stand for today, and remember me not as the monster that i was. i want to lean on someone who won't end up piercing me through the chest while i'm facing the other direction because today i can't stand, today i'm damaged. and today i'm in need. this doesn't happen to everyone. but today it's happening to me.

i don't know how i ended up on this road. if my mother knew she'd faint but everyone has a demon. everyone grows up, so i grew up. you see an all too familiar face, but i'm not her anymore, i'm me. i've fit perfectly into the shoes i was meant to fill and this city is too small for my feet to tread any longer. so i'm trying to run and i'm taking everything with me. it's the only way i'll be able to feel like im close to something real. only way i'll be comfortable besides myself.


"i want to find something I've wanted all along..."

March 1, 2010

The Stain You Can't Wipe Off

It's funny how much a young girl like me cried over them all, each almost a thousand times. A two week relationship that I depended on so heavily as being first love as a gawky high school freshman, an abusive "thug-love" relationship while I was running around the streets in the earliest of morning hours at the age of sixteen that compromised my life each day, the relationships filled with only high times and withdrawals states of mind that my mother wouldn't ever dare or dream of seeing me in, and even the one that seemed to be completely perfect but I burned the picture and walked away from it because my parents would never approve.
In between, you had your cheaters, you had your affairs, and you had your flings each demoralizing your self worth and degrading your being.
In between all those, while you were crying out all your tears you had your friends, your best friends, who supported you, who took you out for a night of absolute debauchery to make you feel better, and who each, in turn, one by one, backstabbed you... turning into the people they'd swore they'd never be.
I'm a runner. I imagine that one day in the future I'd wake up before sunrise and run around the beach with my dog on a leash beside me. I'd come home and start the day completely stress free with tons of energy and endorphins pumping. I ran track in high school. I run on the treadmill. I chase after my little brother in the parks on warm afternoons if he gets all his homework done early enough. Running frees my soul, relieves my stress, and burns all the fat.
So I run... I run from everyone.
When life gets me down and I can't stand to hear the talk, see the faces, or keep up the smile. I bounce.
He said I had just gone
"MIA." I called it killing myself off and cutting ties from a world & it's people that I didn't want anything to do with anymore.
She called a few mornings ago. She wanted to see me. Of course, I'm not going to show up. She was my main girl. The person I always ran to and the one who opened so many doors and windows of opportunity for me. Her family treated me like I was one of their own. And she gave me the real advice that no one else could. But there were too many problems, there were too many complications I didn't want to deal with, and there was a past that I had slammed the book on hard and unfortunately, she became a part of a past I no longer wanted to remember.
It was she who had described me as
the wine stain on the white carpet that always remained in the back of her mind. She couldn't get it out of her head. The thought that lingered and forever will remain there...
I've noticed that this feeling holds true for a lot of people that I've come to know in my life.
I speak and I am heard, I walk and people follow, and impression that no one can beat, & I make a memory that lasts in your mind...
Slowly they all come back and you realize all the salty tears you tasted have turned sugary sweet with vengence. They ask me how I'm doing and I say "I'm excellent." The pictures reveal images that are soft on the eyes and striking in the mind, the words are familiar yet they have matured and changed over time, the person is the one who was once here by your side but now she's just a shadow, a ghost, a has-been of the person you used to know so well but now it seems you don't even know her at all. Yet you want to so badly. So you ask more, you "want to hear more about Nikita."
But now, there's not much to say.
I'm well, I'm excellent, and I'm still reckless as ever. Living life in my fast lane, I'm in full control. And I'm doing me, the way it always needed to be done..
without any of you.
"Confidence is a stain you can't wipe off" and apparently, Nikita is one too.
And it feels great to have this new mindset as a woman today compared to the helpless girl I used to be.
As much as I hate to do it, sometimes you just got to run.
If you're not too cautious... I'll run from you too. Leaving a trailing footstep on your heart.
A permanent indentation of me being here and me having left.


Inspired by: "Drop the world" Lil Wayne ft. Eminem.
I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes,
Hate in my heart, love in my mind
I seen nights full of pain, days of the same
You keep the sunshine, save me the rain
I search but never find, hurt but never cry
I work and forever try, but I’m cursed, so never mind
And it’s worse, but better times seem further and beyond
The top gets higher the more that I climb
The spot gets smaller, and I get bigger
Tryna get into where I fit in, no room for a nigga
But soon for a nigga it be on, mu’fucka
‘Cause all the bullshit, it made me strong...