Is this it? the end? it's gonna stay like this for eternity is it? Shouldn't be bogging myself down with stuff like this at this crucial time...
Really couldn't help myself... every break that I take from the mugging, every bath I have, Every lift ride up or down the 11 floors, every walk back home from the mrt, every page of the notes I flip, every drive on the expressway... the memories and images just flood into my head... Don't want it to end up to be just another collection of painful reminders, memories of U shoved away in the familiar corner of my head.. I hate, I dread, I detest, looking at familiar things and places, the school, mac, long john,
jp, photos, my car, even my room... things and places that makes me recall, remember and reminisce.. things and places that makes it so difficult to let go.. things and places that makes me realise, that it still exists...
The feelings are still there, it still hurts.. the remarks and jokes made, were not all in the name of fun.. Respond to my responses... so this is the response you were talking about?
Two hands to clap Has the other hand stopped clapping? Or has it always been one hand banging on a door asking to be let in from the start? Question is, is there one to let me get to the other side of the wall? Truth is, I want to hold on to something that is fading, before I lose it forever... even if I were to climb over the wall, however high it might be... keep what there is left, close to me..
