–Dire Malady–
Tuesday, May 31st, 2005 Silence acts my grievances as I gently stretch my arms and legs in the place that I used to be. It was 8 in the morning, and everybody is leaving, except for me whose not yet awakened in the mid of fantasy. I don’t know where I am and in what part of the world I belong. What ever it is I’m sure that there’s a place for me to breath, to smile, to cry, to ponder, and to love. I don’t know what my future is…I hate myself for being in this situation…—– I hate the silence and loneliness that’s killing my soul…As I lay down in the dark cold room. I wish that I will never be awakened with fear and horrible creatures that’s inside me.
Go—>> dig your own inspiration, with a sweet fruit of your labors, it is not yet late to reach for the planets of your own world and once you had given a hint there’s no turning back; where in you can rest in the arms of a hollow pride that’s dwelling in yourself…
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Not too late… approaching the right destination… at the right time..
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