this is a little something i wrote quite a long time ago. most of you have already read it.
numb to all beauty in this life,your heart once wrapped in clover, has turned into a callous portion,beating angst in the depths of ice,and what they see as beauty,you perceive as fiction,and you realize that there's no turning backas you walk along the dark, poignant road you choose to follow - melancholy, erdianathis definitely suits the mood i've been in the past few months.
i am but a pessimist searching for answers.
i used to think that when people grow older, they'd wake up every morning with answers.
instead, what i've learnt is, we wake up every morning with more questions.
anyway, mom was in town for a week. i'm really glad she's almost immune to my constant bitching and ranting on chauvinists and what not. haha.
well, i guess this is all for today. or at least i hope so.
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