Tuesday, February 2, 2010
A brief write up to make the most out of the break time.
''My treasure trove'' constitute of neither gold, money nor jewellery.
Consist of purely shattered images, pieces of you and me.
I make an attempt revamping it.
But,
each time I do, stream of tear flows down.
Giving rise to throbbing pain at any moment.
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I have an urge,
an urge to portray the happenings, the scene, the heartbreaking news to you.
I have a wish,
a wish that you will piece it back for me.
I refrained myself with 2 reasons.
Firstly, I can no longer reach out to you.
Secondly, I would breakdown. breakdown when I catch a sight of you.
Fuck.
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It's fate hinting me,
it's time,
time to let go. time to lose conscious of everything that make me weep.
This is the last time,
bear that in mind, the last time weeping over that chunk of puzzle.
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Passing over that,
in fact, I have something to be happy about.
Holiday and Chinese new year is round the corner.
moolahs! freedom!
woohooooooola
But before that happens,
perseverance.
Persevere and battle.