Wednesday, July 02, 2008

It is night, and one of many past and yet to come. For weeks I've been standing on top of the mountain of my life, looking for a new beginning, and yet again my heart has led me into another illusion, one that might shatter my life. Sleepless at night, I toss and turn, but my head finds nothing to lie on, my mind finds no rest. My heart, it carries on beating strong and loud, like a war drum at the beginning of conflict, but as time carries on, it slowly diminishes and fades.

To choose not to think, understand nor comprehend, she runs away to hide. The echoes of my beating heart are carried to her ear, but not acknowledged. My optimism starts to wane, and the fruits of realism start to grow. When now will they ripen, and widen the chasm that has started to separate our hearts and soul.

I endeavoured to accept and understand her, yet she is unwilling to comply. The key to locking the door on my past she could have been, but now all that remains is for the memories to fade, as the darkness awaits, and the apologies that were given, are nothing but useless excuses.

Kenny died at 3:40 am

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Ben Ho
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