Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Somewhere, far back my mind was trying to find the recent picture of hers, hoping to lock or store it back into the memory of my head. The classroom seemed so empty as I looked around. Forlornly, I could hear the words being said in my head, all of them, all the words she had ever said to me. Her words...her words...her eyes...her smile...her heart...I can’t erase them. I don’t want to erase them. I don’t want to forget her. The irony of it all. But still, I have to move on with my life. And, the last time I saw her, she was speaking to me, as if a friend, a friend whom she had already known for years, as if a friend, and as if she cares.
Now, I am back to my lonely life. And all of it were rushing through my mind and the tears were falling down like a storm (no lah, of course, my sanity is somewhat intact and I can still control my emotions) Nah, guess I'm just too lonely and couldn't get used to it.
Fragments of my sorrows,
|19:51|
I was staring at the empty, unoccupied desk, at the corner of the room, trying to imagine herself there, and memorising what had happened lately. I know, in time, all these valuable memories will become so fragile, so breakable though it had made an imprint deep within my heart in just few days. Sighing, I got up and sat on my desk chair. I tossed back a few memories of hers so that I would concentrate on work. Truly speaking, I just can't do anything right. As the day passed by, my mind was hoping to find and erase more of the memories, because it's eating into my soul and I just couldn't concentrate. Or am I attributing my own emotions?
Somewhere, far back my mind was trying to find the recent picture of hers, hoping to lock or store it back into the memory of my head. The classroom seemed so empty as I looked around. Forlornly, I could hear the words being said in my head, all of them, all the words she had ever said to me. Her words...her words...her eyes...her smile...her heart...I can’t erase them. I don’t want to erase them. I don’t want to forget her. The irony of it all. But still, I have to move on with my life. And, the last time I saw her, she was speaking to me, as if a friend, a friend whom she had already known for years, as if a friend, and as if she cares.
Now, I am back to my lonely life. And all of it were rushing through my mind and the tears were falling down like a storm (no lah, of course, my sanity is somewhat intact and I can still control my emotions) Nah, guess I'm just too lonely and couldn't get used to it.
~
For memories fade
In light or shade
And time seems to heal
The pain that we feel,
But fear leads to greed
And a kind of need
That can make love run
Away from the sun
And hide in the shade
Where sadness is made
~
For memories fade
In light or shade
And time seems to heal
The pain that we feel,
But fear leads to greed
And a kind of need
That can make love run
Away from the sun
And hide in the shade
Where sadness is made
~
Fragments of my sorrows,
I still remember my dream. The one and only one. _________________________________________________