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:: juz taking a moment to remember ::

Thursday, April 24, 2008 8:53 PM

how do you spell PEACE

when a couple quarrels before marriage, only two of them suffer
but when a couple quarrels after marriage, their children suffer
because they are caught in a war they didnt ask to be in, nor can they side anyone
they can only watch or listen in frustration and helplessness
annoying like jarring music to the ears or visible panty lines to the eyes
at times like that they wish they were in town or something
far far away from the scene

if you had to be embroiled in a war, sometimes u rather be the soldier fighting the war than the helpless family/friend watching people die it

i have wondered many times; one day would i behave the same way i am thinking i would never/hope i would never?

many times in life we dont have choices. this is one of the times.

goodbye or see you,
I'll be your best kept secret or your biggest mistake.

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