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Monday, April 02, 2007

as the wind whispers


through skinned knees and skidded marks, we start to learn how to pick ourselves up. as much as we wished things will always stay under our feet, it never happens. and no matter how much we pray for the wounds to heal flawlessly, things will never be the same again. thats the irony of the mistakes we make. its the hilarious way life mocks at us.

how easy would it be if we clench our fists, straighten ourselves and walk along. what a nice way to put it. try it for yourself. you'd know what i'm trying to get at. its crazy.

people come and go into our lives. but who are the one who stay and who are the ones who will leave ultimately. how do we tell?

i've to try and block out thoughts of senseless things, just so that i dont lose my head. there's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain. as i start waging wars with myself, who is going to stop the fight? i want to drive so fucking far away, so i wouldnt cross people's minds. the one thing that tears me apart from people, is the one thing that i'll never want to touch. kicking shadows on the street for every mistake i have made, i end up realising, i've no where to go. like a baby, i was never alive. and the only thing i could hear, was "how could you do this to me?"

love hurts, indeed. but how will you ever know?



if the starts would bring me home to you, i wish they would fall all onto me




everything else falls into place

baring my soul
at 3:10 AM