28/03/2010
This entry is dedicated to my Soul.
You did it.
You answered what you could.
You gave what you could.
Even when words thrown forward, you allow second chances.
You held on second chances.
If only life was polaroid, would you regret that shot?
If your polaroid wants flowers and bees, would you regret misses?
The answer is never.
"Can you please forgive me?"
You kept silent in that car driver seat.
You were shocked that someone would take back words of love.
Steering wheel in front.
You massaged the steering.
And forgive with all your heart.
You loved more than just a person.
"Can you don't be like this?"
You listened and tried hard.
You learned new jokes and learned new life points.
So that you could be a leader.
And strengthen with all your heart.
"Can you don't control me?"
You knew it. And you lay down your pride.
You made a mistake. But you didn't stop praying.
And that, your bunk laughed at your mumbling sleep.
While they were all laughing at their female partners from behind.
You avoided.
You mumbled quietly and kept your heart and aches in.
And believed with all your heart.
"I force myself to accept the doubt."
You were crushed when you heard this.
You never knew that you were worse off a gamble.
You cried as you pressed.
You ran out of the house.
Swollen arm iced with tears.
And you listened to Faith - the one thing you have left of sanity.
"Can you don't blame God?"
My Soul, you didn't.
A crushed Soul cries alone into arms of Character.
I cried for others.
But no one will cry with me.
For all that was said, it would even make Character cry.
It is true that you are not good enough.
4.5 months vs 6 months.
You hated being a leader. But you kept to being your male coverage.
You now understand The Mad Hatter's feelings.
Take it all in.
Sometimes you loved your best by sending Alice away.
Packing a suitcase full of regrets.
You tried to zip it in. But your swollen arm tells sorry.
The tears try to lubricate. But the more you felt worse.
All those words about winning the heart over stepwise don't mean anything anymore.
All those encouragements about being less than 10 don't mean anything anymore.
You held unto a distance.
It was a trick in the end.
If only life was polaroid, would you regret that shot?
You pulled up your swollen arm to wipe your tears.
Would you still take it in?
You still love what you did love.
The answer will still be yes.
