Monday, January 22, 2007
Thinking of the times at the Esplanade.
The times in Bugis.
The times in Vivo.
The times in Westmall
The times in my car.
The times in my living room.
The times in my room.
How will I ever erase the engravings I made with intent to last Forever?
Not on tablets of stone, but on hearts of flesh.
With what shall I fill the gaping holes and tears from the violent uprooting?
Flesh hanging loose at every surface, like Jesus's back on crucifiction day.
It tortures so much it would be better to follow Him up the cross.
Because at least, it won't last another day.
You're like a nurse. It stops bleeding and hurting whenever you're around.
Comforting and assuring are your words.
But when you go, the pain comes back, and the drops of scarlet begin to seep through the scabs.
It all begins again.
Why'd you have to go?
Why did you have to leave me for someone else?
Why did you...
I know it will never be, like how it used to be.
Only memories will be forever.
Will another heart be able to fill that place?
What a rubbish mood I'm feeling.
It feels like I've been chasing an an illusion.
And it still is an illusion.
Did it all really happen?
I think it did.
You won! 7:52 PM
