Tuesday, December 21, 2004
what's l-o-v-e?
something that brings nothing but painWithout love, there’re no memories
Without memories, there’s no pain
without pain, there's no hate
That’s why people with no recollection of memories feel nothing at all
it's nothing but a delusion
at times a tragedy
Life is like a shell
with an emptiness that awaits to be filled
Alas it is always never to be
Cos each time it fills the brim
Someone would be there to tip it over,
To empty all that has filled the shell
We live
We learn
But we always repeat the same mistakes
Why
I don’t know
If you do
Please let me know.
why can't things be simple?
why do we always choose to complicate things?
why do we get upset if we can choose to ignore it?
cos the day one stops becoming upset is the day one has stopped loving.
it's also the day when the shell's empty again.
perhaps someday it'll learn its lesson.
then again, no one will know till its dying breath.
bee wrote this at 1:18 AM
