Saturday, February 19, 2005
[[love book - 19.01.05]]
Time: 2311hrs
Location: infront of my PC
Mood: blank
Song playing: love book
Eternity: Time without beginning or end; infinite time
Forever: For everlasting time; eternally
Is there really eternity.. really forever?
I seeked no answer..
Eternity and forever seems like..
Holding on to a handful of sand..
Some might just slip thru the gaps inbtw the fingers..
Eternity and forever is a hope..
Somehow it is a promise..
A promise made.. held on by both..
A candle light up.. a hope given..
Life.. It seems.. like a candle..
At times.. The wind might extinguish the flame..
At times.. Someone might come along and relight the candle..
A candle without flame..
A life without hope?
A promise held by one?
Once spoken.. Once told..
"A blog is for me to vent my frustrations..
Now.. I no longer have anything to write..
Nothing to vent..
I will delete my blog.."
Hmm.. In my own definition..
A blog is for myself to keep check on myself..
Record my experiences..
Be it happie or not..
But somehow or rather..
As time passes..
I start to read back on my past entries..
I started to think how silly I was AT TT PT OF TIME..
How I managed to convince myself..
How I managed to luff at myself..
How I managed to struggle thru my emotions..
How I managed to compose myself..
How..?
Indeed.. When I start doing that..
I view myself from a different perspective..
Perhaps I have learnt..
As they say..
When you fall down.. You will learn to stand up..
No lessons tt I might have learnt from..
But an experience is what I have gained..
Perhaps even more..
Like a friend..
I gotta set my priorities right..
Sometimes.. I choose to be ignorant..
Not tt I am nonchalant..
Itz bcoz ignorance is bliss..
I have somehow or rather follow in tt path..
Trust..
How do I define tt?
Trust is blindfolding yourself..
If you cant even trust yourself..
How can you trust the person standing right infront of you?
My eyes doesn't tell me the truth..
My heart does..
But when it does.. It hurts..
I choose not to see..
I choose not to feel..
That familiar numbed feeling..
That backview..
As she slowly walk away..
Vividly in my memory..
Standing there.. The wind against my skin..
That cold feeling..
That was when I flipped thru the pages of the love book..
//to be continued..
emotionally charged.-evewbb 11:10 PM
