Friday, November 24, 2006
C'est la vie
inhale...exhale.
inhale...
exhale.
Our lives just seem to pass us by, between these two actions. Perhaps I can be something more in my next breath, perhaps I will squander it with recklessness. You mean well, but I can never be good enough. It's depressing.
The water hits my forehead, and flows down my face like a miniature waterfall. I hold my breath and close my eyes as the water runs and runs. Suddenly I am somewhere else and I am someone else. I pull away and gasp for air. Inhale, exhale.
Perhaps I can never be who you want me to be. Can you accept me that way? Perhaps you can never forget her. Should I accept that?
Inhale... exhale. The only constant is the passage of time.
insatiable at 9:15 AM
3 Comments
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at 10:45 AM
wenrui said... "Not to want to say, not to know what you want to say, not to be able to say what you think you want to say, and never to stop saying, or hradly ever, that is the thing to keep in mind, even in the heat of competition."
-Samuel Beckett
Relax. I'll be here, nonetheless.-
at 7:49 AM
said... Harlow Vic!!! This passage sounds familiar! ;) Hmmmm....
Hugs!-
at 10:57 PM
insatiable said...
huh? Where is it familiar from? haha =)
