Sukari

Sukari! In Swahili it means sweet or life is sweet. Et bon voila! Sukari. Given the past 2 years, the trials and tribulations, the disappoinments and the heartaches, and most importantly the lost of self. I'm finally where i need to be and where i want to be. Sukari! Sukari! Sukari! Blessed be~

It all started with a song...

"Te esperei na lua crescer. Vi cadeira boa sentei..." I went back to that day. I re-lived minute by minute. The way you smelt, the way it felt, the way you put a smile on my face. It all seemed right and unconventional - all the joy in the world and nothing to lose. I was travelling foreign territory with no apprehension, just the usual guard. See it's normal for me, the guard was my only companion, the only one I could trust... till I betrayed him for you. Struggling to kick him out and get in, you finally won. It was instantaneous and delightful - i don't believe in perfection but it came close. We were unseperable hand in hand, out to conquer le grand amour. But then one day it all went sour. petite a petite delight turn into a cauchemar. Complicity turned into distrust and i love yous seemed to vanish into what once was.
"Te esperei na lua crescer. Vi cadeira boa sentei..." now rests only as a simple melody.

Flawless is God

Sharp, agonizing, painful… so excruciating – She wants to switch it off. Day after day she masquerades her sorrow into joy. The mask she wears to the world vanishes in private. Incarcerated by her real torment and fears, longing to be freed but afraid the world will ridicule her imperfections. She can do no wrong, say no wrong, feel no wrong in front of those who know her – how could she if she is to remain flawless. Her inner most scars continue to be cloaked for fear of deception. She wants to withdraw, fade away… but her mouth sings to her ears oh so melodiously, but who is to judge me? And by what standard? What you see is not always what you get on the surface, and long abandoned is the conceptual perfect. This clandestine, indiscernible truth. I define me. This cloth is merely just so. My beauty is flawed yet forthcoming and undeniable. And I embrace me, because flawless is God.

- Dalia and Mr. K