There are days when one wakes up completely clueless of what to do.
There are days when one wakes up to find out... there's nobody for him/her to call.
There are days when one wakes up to a day of complete dullness... yet the only thing he/she wishes to do... is a moment of solitude... being locked in a room.
These are the days.
I believe I've changed a fair bit. Living up to my promises now...
More cautious about giving out hopes and promises. Only to find out...
There's just one person I've disappointed.
And for all the promises I've lived up to... is just more of a disappointment to realise...
of all the promises I've broken.
All these promises... I promised myself.
I'm sorry... of all the people... it had to be you I must hurt.
But it's ok. Because you know I have a lifetime to make it up to you.
Because you and I know you're strong.
Because... because ....
just because...
I'm sorry.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Saturday, February 07, 2009
Only Human
I'm no superhero.
Yet I wished I were...
Still at the age of playing pretend.
I tend to portray myself as one.
A figure that knows no pain.
That recovers at superhuman speed.
Able to overcome any given obstacles.
Yet something just cut me through like a butter knife.
The irony of being a superhero.
There's no public holiday for one.
There's nobody you could share your secret identity with.
And every hero is bound to some sort of weakness.
For superman, there's the kryptonite.
For spiderman, there's Maryjane.
I guess... I've found mine.
Deep down... we're all the same.
It turns out... after all this...
I'm only human.
Yet I wished I were...
Still at the age of playing pretend.
I tend to portray myself as one.
A figure that knows no pain.
That recovers at superhuman speed.
Able to overcome any given obstacles.
Yet something just cut me through like a butter knife.
The irony of being a superhero.
There's no public holiday for one.
There's nobody you could share your secret identity with.
And every hero is bound to some sort of weakness.
For superman, there's the kryptonite.
For spiderman, there's Maryjane.
I guess... I've found mine.
Deep down... we're all the same.
It turns out... after all this...
I'm only human.
Monday, February 02, 2009
020209
Everything goes on rewind...
The surrounding dematerializes...
Dawn breaks through...
...It's morning...
It was ... just... a dream.
=) Good Morning.
The surrounding dematerializes...
Dawn breaks through...
...It's morning...
It was ... just... a dream.
=) Good Morning.
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