Monday, October 17, 2005
its weird to feel this way again
the same feeling
but in a different manner
still unsure
about my past
wondering if
it's another guise
if it were a praxis
why aint it too hard?
feel so lost
yet comforted by the warmth
by this new source
of cupid
getting caught
by the distant past
abolished the present now.
but time won't wait
won't cease or halt
the clock it moves faster
when i stop.
good riddance for some,
letting bygones be bygones.
Still a trace of pash
is ungraved on my soul
oh! where is my doctor who heals?
the amenity grows
and it struck me at noon,
like the lush green spread
on the field.
WHEE* silent time doesn't creek when it leaves.
; cheers, limshuyi
