Solitude.
rock_26iin | 24 February, 2007 15:46
Ever wonder how you can sit in a room full of people, people you know, and still be encased in solitude. You do everything, go through the ropes, do everything you can to help everyone,look out for them only to end up wondering who
Crossroads
rock_26iin | 22 February, 2007 13:50
A lonely star shone that night
Casting a silver light on us
I saw your breath wander
In the space that divided us
I watched a golden lock
Spread itself across your face
I watched as you moved it away
Watched the path your fingers traced
We sat in a silence
Too dynamic for me to break
Words held no more meaning
A single look was all it would take
A touch was enticing
But what it might do, I feared
The bond was so delicate
I still needed you near
I walked away from you
Hid myself in my own shame
Never looked back too
Though I knew it wasn't the same
Time changed a lot of things
We were never the same again
Then winter slowly dawned
I stood silently in the rain
You made your choices
And I made some of my own
You never understood mine
And I never understood your own
We chose separate paths
I resigned myself silently
I walked by myself
Faced the world defiantly
Now, we've gone too far on separate roads
And that old crossroad has returned
And I know I still feel the same way
And this time, you chose to walk away
All these words I've said
And you still don't care
I know no way to change that
Into the lonely night sky
I quietly stare
I know nothing else to say
To make you stay this time
All I can do is wonder
If we will ever be "fine"
People are crazy, At times are strange
rock_26iin | 13 February, 2007 11:27
Off late, "some" people think I have been acting rude and stuff but they don't realize what makes me act like this was their own doing. However, I chanced upon a quote that truly described what I thought, it was more of an epiphany. So here it is:
"I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken -- and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived"