Friday, February 26, 2010
Remote
Remote. Strangers. That's the words to describe this.
How funny it seems when life wasn't this
just a few months ago, is
this really something that can't be changed?
does it matter?
does it really matter if I have changed and you can't be there to see it?
Does it?
Does all these serve any purpose?
Hope, I carried these thus
but as time passes, my hope fades just as the sun that sets
every evening, just like hopes fades into the horizon
i wish none of these have happened,
"tomorow will be better"
maybe,
perhaps,
remote,
one in china, one is brazil.
yeah, wow.
say it and you wouldn't believe it,
suddenly, i have no inspiration to write, shalln't carry on.
Posted by The other Eden at 9:40 PM
