in moments like this all i want to do is to close my eyes and fly out of my mind; when nothing that i am doing or can possibly do seems right anymore. you know it when, on 28 on the way home earlier tonight the tears won't stop flowing after hitting the "send" button, never mind the dozens of strangers in the double decker. i am tired, mentally physically emotionally and spiritually. i know what i ought to do, but i'm not doing; i know what i ought not to do, and yet i am. i am a walking cliche - a cliche is only as cliche as it gets till it happens to you. thank you, though to the good friend - almost immediately after i sent "is not happy" to Twitter, i get a message from JS "Y r u not happy? :-(". thank you my friend, i can't bear to see you leave this Feb. now is probably the right time to return and to acknowledge that i have been wrong, but i am weak and i can't find the conviction within myself to do so.
...
a wild flower dies
where it blooms
so let me be
a wild flower
its death shall be
the fading of beauty
-suchoon mo