Saturday, August 16, 2008

the most unlikely of proses

i doubt he finds for me. it's not the very first time that he has left me to wonder the grounds of the night alone. i seek no comfort in the darkest of night , or even in the occasional jeer of couples who look deep into each other's eyes, full of lovesick passion. do they not know that it will not last? like the beauty of the world, love for one, does not last. silently i cried into the night, and there he was, the most unlikely of man, nothing of comfort he brings, and drunk into the night he may seem. and yet, he said to me in the most unsual manner yet. as i tread lightly, trying to block out the sounds of my footsteps, of the very beating of my heart, of the thoughts that says the very things i dread. how can i expect him to seek for me and to console when i do not know where i am myself.

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for all your viewing pleasure

as a few of you might know that i recently have gotten a swollen eye, which is also known as a stye which grew on the inside of my eyelid and got forced to mount alvernia hospital ( the very hospital which i was born in). got stabbed in the eye by the doctor which hurt like hell! 100 times more painful than stitches anytime.