Wednesday, December 31, 2003

I'm tired. My feet aches, my back aches, my neck aches, my heart aches. ouch. For reasons i cannot comprehend. For thoughts i cannot understand. Some questions are better left unasked.
Imagination is such a wonderful thing. It seems so real yet intangible n transient. It makes me believe tt i have something which in actual fact does not exist. I wish to dwell in my made-up reality but i know once i delve into it getting out would shatter me. Fleeting bliss is wad i yearn but it's not wad i want.
Y do things haf to change? Just when i'm contented wif the situation, everything changes again. Restart.

by tab at 12:07 AM |