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Sunday, August 19, 2007
The Call of a Broken Heart
I've been hearing voices on my head; voices that I couldn't silence. It slowly consumes my heart, luring it into darkness and void. Emptyness and nothingness. I feel weak.
The memories of yore still haunts me. I still couldn't forget the time when my heart got shattered into pieces. But then, after all the tears I realized: "Tears are not the same as a time machine. It won't turn back the time." I wiped all of the tears but then my heart still keeps on bleeding.
I can't remove the mask that I made. I'm not going to keep on lying forever. Sooner or later, the spell that prevents me from entering the real world will break. By that time, I'm not really sure if I could still control myself.
But just like a caterpillar that goes on with it's metamorphosis cycle, someday, I will bloom.
I know somewhere in my darkness-covered heart, there's still light. I know that if I find that light, I'll know the answers to all the questions... Hopefully.
I spent every minute asking myself: What went wrong? Labels: Rants and Raves
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As death binds my life to the real world, the stars are my only shelter. Among the clouds I soar high, but then A much higher fall will be the end of me. I am Icarus, as you haven't seen before. The inner most thoughts that I kept for a long time, here I will be honest with myself. No more tears, no more despair. After I write it here, it is all gone with the history...
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