I Me Myself

What was the start of all this? When did the cogs of fate begin to turn? Perhaps it is impossible to grasp that answer now, From deep within the flow of time... But, for a certainty, back then, We loved so many, yet hated so much, We hurt others and were hurt ourselves... Yet even then, we ran like the wind, Whilst our laughter echoed, Under cerulean skies...

Friday, August 03, 2007

Bleak time

Today is a very very bad day.

Was almost late for school. Coaxed into running by Mr Sim. Bad Mistake. I knew. I was supposed to know. I had a freaking problem with my gastric. No. I still ran. My stomach rebelled against me. Terrible, terrible day.

Played basketball and soccer despite pain. I beared. I smiled. I laughed. But it was excruciating. Serves me right. Play sports when i was so weak. Nice move. Tripped by one of the soccer players. Sprained my toe. Terrible.

Someone promised me he will do something for me. He didn't. I waited for him. He broke his end of his bargain. Wasted 20 minutes of my life. I'll never trust a promise again. Break, broke, broken.

Emotions are naught to be tormented, for they can kill a person in more ways than one. Sticks and stones may break our bones, but words will break our hearts. People say they wish they had my patience. I tell them I wasn't born with it. I had to learn it. Everybody has patience. Some of us just make better use of it than others.

Life is becoming like a brief candle to me. It is a sort of fading torch which I am permitted to hold for the moment, and I want to extinguish it before i experience anymore pain.

Many of us spend our whole lives running from feeling with the mistaken belief that you cannot bear the pain. But you have already borne the pain. What you have not done is feel all you are beyond that pain.

Haiz. Life is indeed bleak.

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