Sunday, November 2, 2008
11:23 PM
Cry spells are never my companion since young. When i was still small, i was all confident, took pride in everything i do, voicing out my every point of view, and making sure my prescence always mattered.
I was a pure breed Leo, and a top management kind.
But as i grew up, this Leo seems to have lost his shine.
Cry spells are my companion now; also as insecurity and the feeling of lost and empty. Yes as i pen down this entry, tears flowed down my cheeks, as if children were ridding down the snowhills on sledge. Happy a picture it seems, deep down am torn crazily apart, as of the stakes which my limbs are tattered to, are suddenly pulled in 4 opposing directions by flame breathing hell horses.
Who can actually be by me, to see the beauty i hold? Who can actually comprehend that the tears i shed equates to that of an Angel's? Who can match, that whenever it rains, it is because i cried? Who can be the one whom i can draw strength from, giving me the security, and filling me up?
To who that is, he will find that treasure i have long set aside for that destined one. To who, this person shall be?
Till than, i lie in the pool of my tears, drowning, feeling the pain, but not dying, for i deserve to be tormented over and over again. Come take my soul, i wont even resist. Not even the slightest.
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