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Sunday, June 08, 2008


It's been quite some time. You know when you come into a phase of your life, when almost everything comes to a standstill. You're doing things on a daily basis, but yet you feel as though you're still the same person that you were yesterday. You don't feel as though you're learning, or even living life anywhere near to the fullest. You just wonder what's going on, but the answers shy away from you. You look ahead and see plans in ruins, you look behind and see nothing worth taking along. You're caught in no Man's land and you see no escape. You stare at yourself and just wonder who you are now.

Yes, I'm bleak. I smile, joke, laugh and go about my day as though today was as perfect as the day before. The only thing that I'm doing now that is every making any sense would most probably be driving. Simple joys such as driving in the rain and even retarded actions like driving barefoot can make my eyes glint with the excitement of a child.

Choir is another big part of my life. I love the company, I love the music, I love how I can contribute to it in whatever minute ways possible. Yet, as hypocritical as it sounds, I still feel empty. I can't ask any more from the choir, what it has given to me; I can never repay. Maybe there's a reason why some voids aren't meant to be filled, they serve as lasting reminders. Or maybe, it just goes down to me being who I am.

Another week dawns, and my horizons are obscured by my own senses. Live the moment, because the next is anybody's guess.

Somebody Loves You.
...But not everyone is as lucky as You.


Mumbled @ {11:37 PM}
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