Away.
Running away.
I am unable to decipher much emotions right now. All I want to do is run and not look back. Scream, till my voice go hoarse.
I hope, and reverently hope.
And hope.
And endlessly hope.
Only to have my hopes thwarted. Only to see the futility of it. Only to stop short and fall flat on my face. Only to welcome nothing but confounding disappointment with open arms. Apparently, I should be relatively immune to this by now. The heart quails from the disillusionment.
The heart and the mind exhange quick and deadly parries. Yet the heart always emerge victorious, though not unscathed. And so the vicious cycle continues. I've resigned myself to the perpetual need to hope.
I'm letting the chips fall where it may.
-_-
And now.
Lo and behold.
Looking forward to 2009.
X
The tsunami of jumbled and asinine thoughts crashing in my head. The incapability to control my emotions. I sense the sweeping grand entrance of the infamous PMS looming ahead.
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