A Year
Day by day, a year passed…
I thought I would be in grief all nights, but I didn’t.
I thought I would lose my appetite, but I didn’t.
I thought I would breathe in pain, but I didn’t.
paint the ground with white, kiss the flowers via bees,
steam the dirt in sweat, flip the leave to fall.
I thought I wouldn’t laugh hysterically, but I did.
I thought I wouldn’t delight in rain, but I did.
I thought I wouldn’t fall asleep, but I did.
Day by day, a year passed…
I thought I would stop missing, but I didn’t.
I thought I wouldn’t end in tears, but I did.
Comments
touch my heart..
Posted by: jessie | September 8, 2008 09:36 AM
Dear jessie,
Those are words from a loser ah....
But as long as I can learn something, I don't mind being a loser.
(Ohoh, these are words from a loser as well :p)
It's so grateful that someone understands. We're gonna do the homework:
Let self free!
Posted by: quixotic | September 9, 2008 05:38 PM
My Dear~~~
You are not a loser.
Everyone just like you.
But you really have to get over it. OK.
Then your "New" one gonna come!!!
Posted by: Ellen | September 24, 2008 10:56 AM
YES, madam!!! :)
I am getting over it. It's just....
I kind of wanna remember the process, although I don't know why.
Posted by: quixotic | September 24, 2008 11:51 PM