Sunday, January 13, 2008
2:55 AM
This whole emotion feels a little heavy yet a little light.
And I wondered.
People are slowly flying back to Melbourne,
Soon,
This good friend of mine will eventually fly back too.
Thinking about the days which I have wasted,
Dreading on those past emotions and pride Ive held closely.
I failed to take stronger steps forward though I seem to fall backwards harder each time.
Damn,
Time is running on the highway.
My accelerator seems to be 'stalling' on me each time I ram it up the slopes.
My chest tightens and my passage way feels cram.
Damn,
I told myself.
Another wasted day.
Another snide remark tagging my heels.
If only I said,
Able to I asked,
What if I questioned,
And Now,
I feel wasted all over again.
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