Thursday, June 28, 2007
我 很 man 的。
Mistakes are often realised at a later point of time. And the feeling sux all the way cos' it's almost impossible to salvage. It's pure hate.
It's like being trapped in a bright frozen room.
The walls and floors are icy cold.
Soon the coldness reached within me.
I gather what's gone and place them into a drawer , an unlimited spaced drawer,
unkowingly.
Cos' it's clueless about how much there actually is. But still chuck them in anyway.
When I'm done, tears become cold and eventually frozen.
And whatever within me turns cold and frozen.
Even glimmers of hope gradually fall into darkness.
I will be numb by then.
Probably forever.
impulse turns regret.
Mistakes are often realised at a later point of time. And the feeling sux all the way cos' it's almost impossible to salvage. It's pure hate.
It's like being trapped in a bright frozen room.
The walls and floors are icy cold.
Soon the coldness reached within me.
I gather what's gone and place them into a drawer , an unlimited spaced drawer,
unkowingly.
Cos' it's clueless about how much there actually is. But still chuck them in anyway.
When I'm done, tears become cold and eventually frozen.
And whatever within me turns cold and frozen.
Even glimmers of hope gradually fall into darkness.
I will be numb by then.
Probably forever.
impulse turns regret.
handwritten, 6/28/2007 11:48:00 PM.
