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:: juz taking a moment to remember ::

Thursday, November 15, 2007 3:38 AM

a feeling of surrealism

it is now 3:50 am in the morning of 15th november, 2007
i am typing this in the dark because my roomie is sleeping
so late but i dont feel sleepy
maybe because i drank coffee
maybe because i am full from the maggi mee goreng
maybe because i am wondering about things

till today i still have a feeling that certain things that happened a few days ago were a dream
that i didnt really hear what i heard or didnt really felt what i felt
and although i have proof that it is real
but still, knowing it is real gives me some hope
which i think i am better off not having
everyone says they are looking forward to holidays
for me, i am actually not sure
because this holidays
i wont be doing alot of the many activities that i usually plan to do
wont be going to some places anymore,
not by myself definitely
dont think i have the courage to
there was a time when everywhere and everything in the world meant nothing
because i had my own world
but now i must reconfigure things, and build new meaning onto old ones
how will i spend my holidays
who will i spend it with
how will it feel like to not spend it the way i am used to
stayovers and stuff
i feel like i am incapable of the ability to stop thinking
its like always at the back of my mind
pops up in 10,000 different ways every 5 seconds
i feel empty
i feel deserted
i feel lost
so uncertain of the future now
so unsure of how closure will be like,
how it will feel like
not knowing who will move on first
not knowing if theres such a thing as rediscovering love and chances
who will lead the way
who will provide me with answers?
i want to escape somewhere
but i have nowhere to run to
no arms of comfort
no pillar of support

Signing off,
no more ink.

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