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Tuesday, November 11, 2008 @ 12:09 AM
Abandoned Field Shivers down my spine. Neither a ghost nor a demon fear at mind. But only the remains of love which i used to harvest. After for so long i stopped pampering the soil for a living joy, the rain kept on coming which makes no change even though i've stopped watering it. Dreamt of the past. Kept asking myself why. Maybe it's telling me something? Maybe it's just another dream. But why not Catherine or Avril? -___-" Oh yeah, because we don't even know each other at all. Oh well. The mistakes happened then...from what i think it's something to learn from, but something's telling me not to turn back, but those dreams... *sigh* i'm blued. A friend told me that maybe it's just a naive tale. Chance... I longed with that word for almost 7 months but things only appeared damn sour for me. God help me...what will i gain if i fill that empty slot...in that hollow heart... and an empty mind. Will the soil pampered by my very ownself be neglected again? Or will the grass grow greener than ever before? The soil is cold. If i were to plant seeds, ...would you help me and look at it grow...? ...or are you going to let me watch it grow alone...? |
