Knickers.

Courtesy of Jean.
Temasek Polytechnic, school of Business.
Diploma in Retail Management.

I speak my own words like phases of the baked moon. I live my own life like thunders of the monstrous storms.


Sunday, January 17, 2010

Just when you thought the sky is getting brighter.

Without my presence, this space echoes emptiness.
Without your presence, my heart echoes loneliness.

Wounds reopened, feelings rekindled, memories resurfaced.

I woke up to a mixture of feelings. A feeling of yearning, a feeling of uncertainty, a feeling of helplessness, a feeling of sadness. I knew very well how I could chase this whirlwind of emotions away, given that I had been successful combatting them in the past. But the past is nothing like the present, the present is nothing like the past. I could have done the same when I was pushed back into harsh reality, but I held myself back, knowing where I stand.

I got by the day feeling lousy, with a whirlwind of emotions creeping right behind me. I had plans for myself, and that was to immerse my mind in the written words and lines of A Walk to Remember. I have watched the film umpteen times, but truth be told, this was my very first time reading it. I do not read novels extensively like many other girls do, so each book I read is almost like an achievement to me. Disappointment there, as I felt that the movie was more convincingly moving. To each his own.

It is very amazing how time flies. A year has gone by just like that, and everything fades into the shadow of memories.

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