Welcome to the blog and website of the author James Kidac.

Welcome to the blog and website of the author James Kidac.
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Saturday, March 26, 2011

nothing special

it was midnight. beneath her feet were the soft crackling sound of crisp leaves being left crushed, nudging the silence of the night into whispers. a long wavy fringe hid a smile and a sparkle in the eyes of a white lady walking with aplomp, her hands were behind her back entwined together as if in prayer, thoughts in space and heavens away. it is a good year ahead. be happy

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

only nice things to say..

 i liked esther.

she liked many things. a nice couch with a good movie, was all she ever asked for. a good friend and a confidante, nothing much else, not the riches in the world, only petty things that mattered to her. i liked esther, she liked spongebob, shaun and stephen and daniel, smiling when she gushes about their lives, as if they had a magic wand to take her troubles away, i liked esther i liked the dream esther liked to be free, not with blue eyes in a boy's world, not be responsible to hold him together, in the batterings of the world. i did nothing i couldn't give her anything except a broken heart. she is happier now. she has to be. she was the happiest part of me. - johnny b. akira

Sunday, March 20, 2011

i grew up a little

 i hear you.

the words you say, poised and confident as you will ever be, come off sharp and clean. your hand presses against your lips as if finishing your last words to a failure and with eyes so piercing you seem to see all my flaws in the dread of my own. mesmerised. her words swayed him into the boy he always was, searching about the edges and gleam of her last words to him, as if they were a soulful sutra weaved in precisioncy and afterthought. after all, he didn't know what the others did. a student puppeted in the fancy of her heart, eyes closed in happiness, Jack wasn't thinking about the obsurdity of his mistress. a master of her own in magic spells, he was her apprentice. after all, he didn't know what the others did.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Mr Happy

 it was just a sad moment.

one lose something and then the thought of losing it comes back to hit the back of his head with a club. he falls to the ground, soaked in dirt and earth. an unshakeable sense of loss adds a few wrinkles of wisdom to the hapless cad.

try finding happiness in a rut, a day when all things seem hopeless and spooked.

Sunday, March 13, 2011


 a show of sorts. an exaggerated show of sincerity and permanence. how stupid was i?

colours fill the world. emotions interpret the colours and blue was her. E wore a baby blue when she brought her existence from her world into his. A shade of blue on her body that was very light, a sky worn into her like a coat. Only if you do strain your eyes to notice her more, the blue of her eyes will betray an intensity like day to night.

it began with a whisper. 

do you come here often? 

(no i don't. i'm a drifter. i'm a dreamer lost in a real world. i don't know where to start, where to move, the man gave me many things, a sense of direction he forgot.)

yes i do. i'm E. 

they sat apart, a wall apart perhaps in distance, worlds apart definitely. 

i ask only of friendship, anything else is a privilege. any fibre in you a blessing if you think of me as someone other than a stranger. i meant it. i really did.

unspoken words. friends in bond began with helping each other in everything virtually. and by virtually i mean the boundaries are very pronounced, real life and reel life were to be very sobering. in reality, emotions do not register as important for we are the best of who we think we are, and the best of who we are discount emotions as extravagence. in the reel world, we are led by emotion, for we do not get utterly humiliated by being vulnerable in thought. we are human. we switch off, sometimes.

im D.

she's E.

(we're wasting our free time together..)