Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Why did you hold my hands when you knew it was the last?

I've waited a long time to see you,
And when I do the feeling was perfect.
But you just passed me a simple glance,
Like you would to anybody.
I felt like I was so insignificant,
Felt so solitary in the crowd.
Although I was contented,
I just hoped for a little more.
Just a little more.

So when I see you again,
I'll still make the best of it.
I'd tell the stars to start moving for you,
Just for that minute of embracing you.

I was dazed when I heard you,
But to throw me a mere thanks,
When all I wanted,
Was to guide you inside me.
I told myself I would be alright,
And I still am.
But I'm not exactly positive,
Of how long I'd sustain this,
Even for a little more.

So when I see you again,
I'll still make the best of it.
I'd tell the stars to start moving for you,
Just for that minute of embracing you.

-Written on some Sunday during July 05, but never had the courage to post it.

These days I don't know how to approach you at all. I chose to leave you in your comfort zone while I part mine.

Just let me stop thinking, for fuck sake. I hate myself for being one of those whom I awfully scorned in the past.
One who resents.

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Although I was awfully outraged by the fact that I misplaced my iPod, my initial reaction was awe-shocking to most. I smiled, a smile of resignment. I was just resigned to the fact that it's gone, that I'm just like that. Anyway, I've tasted worst stuff these days, and such a loss makes no difference to the army of shit that's heading my way.

I just told myself: "Ivan, your life is just screwed."

posted@10:26 PM

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