Thursday, January 13, 2005
the pensive one
how empty can a person ever feel?why does one feel the constant need to come up for air?
how long can one race neverending laps?
what can one do when she realises certain things in life are simply not meant to be hers?
what does one do when she hears anecdotal examples given with good intentions but ended up being hurtful?
can she race against time to find that certain something?
can that certain something serve as evidence of progress?
how long can one wait for a certain something?
at times, she loses herself and her grasp on optimism.
cos reality most times speak a different story.
bee wrote this at 9:11 AM
