It has been a while I never feel that contented and wistful since last year. I thought the time has halted, the breathing has frozen and the heartbeat has tranquillized, I was so wrong until I knocked into the day when love is so filled up in the air.
My life is in mindless routine, no surprise, no poignancy, and there is always a tiny full-stop after a sentence is written. There will never be an exclamation mark. Packed up with enthusiasm, I began my journey to track down the A's in my STPM.
We always listen to our friends' and their partners' love stories, always read the happy ending of a romance from the novels and always watch the touching yet melancholic romantic scenes from the movies. The bit of like grows into the portions of missing and eventually the heinous yet indescribable love.
The amalgamation of wish and wreckage, the merging of desire and despise, the coalescence of "hopefully" and "helplessly", when the Acid blended with Alkali, the neutrality obtained. The efforts to blossom are eventually boomed into pieces.
The atop dry-gulching and the ahead ambushcade, I knew, I agnized, I cognized, I realized and I anticipated the aftermath result, it would be heart-wrenching and saddening. But why when you foresee the ending, you still want to step into the labyrinth and get yourself lost and hurt? *Wake up, idiot, you ain't insane, pick up your courage and run* but, you choose to let the pain crawling over you at last.
The question began with "Why should I mind?"
The answer ended with "I did and do mind. . .for you!"
Saturday, February 28, 2009
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