Saturday, November 29, 2008
This morning, I opened up the newspaper
and couldn't believe the Singaporean hostage in Mumbai was killed.
I just went "huh.. so lame.. die then die lor.. "
and I got a counselling session from my mother..
Apparently, I've grown to become an extreme sadist. =X
Wishing for tomorrow,
my soul shatters.
My wing is broken.
I am no longer able to fly..
like an anchor which sinks into a bottomless dark pit which sees no light.
Sitting in the dark, I can't forget.
Even now, I realise the time I'll never get.
Another story of the bitter pills of fate.
I can't go back again,
I can't turn back again..
The other me is dead, only his voice in my head
only to become a dead memory in my heart.
"I" am dead, so it seems.
heh.
{you are my light}