What passes through this not so auspicious mind of mine is nowhere to be disclosed. I’ve come once more to “come what may” sight and it won’t let those blue eyes go. From underneath the trees, I watch the sky and realize how small we actually are. Why care? Why cry? Why share and swallow our pride? Is our single biggest problem the fact that we were let to breathe? I’m selfish enough to embrace, just me and someone in the middle of nowhere, but I’m not selfish enough to actually say it. Therefore, what? I don’t want anything from anyone due to the side of me which feels that all that others do for me is just out of a slight sense of obligation, however I seldom find myself giving everything for people…. Incarcerating my soul, not to feel, not to desire, not to let it dream, but work as a slave for one purpose: life without personal connections. Not waiting, sighing, whispering !

Don’t say anything, enjoy everything. And I’m like him, a part of me...


Sunday, 09 September 2007
19:42:37