Friday, April 13, 2007
Could you be my Lover?
Could you be my Heart?
Could you save me from myself?
Or be my Mighty Ark?
The World's around me laughing,
assured in their own stride.
i try my best to step in tune,
but never am a part.
I looked to you for solace,
I sought when i despaired.
I couldn't find your presence,
or a shadow for warmth.
The Listless Souls are running,
Yes, I am keeping up.
I see the abyss before me,
I wondered how they passed.
I guess you didn't know.
I was hurting yet again.
I didn't let you know,
Afraid you didn't care.
I saw two herds of people,
Both of which, I adored,
I could not yet decide,
Which path to call my own.
My inner self keeps mocking,
My facade I put still smiling,
I try so hard to portray,
A stranger now familiar.
I want to stop, just end,
To let my sanity be kept.
This yearning that I have,
I'll never admit again.
I am finding my own Heart,
to put it back to Me.
To find my spirit yet again,
to be soaring, set free.
my colleagues told me of the meiji factory which sold chocolates cheaper than the market rate, apparently the factory opens to the public on every Friday for lik 3 hrs only, when i find out where it is, you guys are invited to go with me the next time. :) btw. i think i've become serene'z personal assistant, not that i'm complaining but its a bit too boring.. but at least she is nice.
i need to pack my room to find my earphones so that i can run and listen to music discreetly, i'm for retail therapy tomorrow.. wow that's crap. i need to buy clothes for my ( i dun want to go/dunno what i'm doing/why i'm goin) interview on this tuesday.
i've been eating supper these past few nights and i ate a whole bunch of chocolates in the office today. i so have to get down to writing my letter.
i know why i want to fly away, maybe its to start a fresh, maybe is to prove my independence, but i konw i'm scared shit to actually go. i really need to pack my room and go for a run.. and hopefully not get an outbreak of hives again.
there'z driving tmr. my instructor says i'm too rash, impatient and impulsive.. all this he can tell me through my driving. den he corrected himself and told me to go for a medical check up coz he thinks i've got heart problems/high blood pressure. and honestly i won't be surprised.i feel lik puking my guts out, just cause i think i'll feel better after dat. there'z perpetual bats flying in my stomach now..i have no idea why they coined the term butterflies in my stomach when its ironic to describe your distress with the graceful fluttering of butterflies
67.8 :(
kickin' [20:06]
