Dazing Away

No. No No.

This is what i want. But. 
I don't want to kill you for this.

I want to hold my chest and cry and cry.
Shouldn't I be happy?
Perhaps, its not in my ability to be able to do it. And i should turn it down.
I can handle this.
Can i?
 
Gather yourself up.
You. Will. Stay. Shut. You. Will. Handle this on your own. You will. Handle that too, on your own. 
Will i?
WILL I?

Comments

Unknown said…
only time will tell !!!
Wednesday, October 29, 2008 8:01:00 PM
Anonymous said…
we will never understand our true potential... but one should always be aware of their thresholds and limits...
Wednesday, October 29, 2008 11:09:00 PM
Anonymous said…
Pain is elevated and emphasised the more we dwell on it.
Let go and be the one who moves on, don't let emotions keep you standing in the past, reminscing about what could have been.
All the best chick.
x
Thursday, October 30, 2008 4:57:00 AM
E said…
u dont have the weight of the world on ur teensy little shoulders chunchun..

ur only tested to ur potential limits of bearing with it.
if u cant bear with it then keh do..
:S
Thursday, October 30, 2008 10:52:00 AM
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