A bag of mixed emotions fills him, just awaiting that sharp shiny object that will prod it and spill everything inside him. There are a lot of things that he keeps inside, bottled up and vacuumed air tight so that nothing gets out. Things that he won't even tell anyone.
Then again who doesn't have secrets. Seems that staying at home is the only cure for him. Roaming around brings back memories. And triggers of 'what might have been'.
This won't do. He needs a place. Somewhere he can spill everything. A place that is free from judgmental eyes.
2:36 AM
Tuesday, May 5
He saw this on Melody's blog and decided to post it,
If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away. If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay. Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior. Heartbreaks last as long as you want and cut as deep as you allow them to go. The challenge is not how to survive heartbreaks but to learn from them. When it rains, look for the rainbow.
He's going serve his National Service soon. And once he goes in, that will be the end of his freedom. Sad to say it's going to be a very very miserable two years. But of course he will try to make the best of it. Looking forward to the day that he can step out and smell the fresh air once again. And perhaps, someone will be there to welcome him back to the world with hugs and kisses as well? haha =D *dreaming*
There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea. You became the light on the dark side of me. Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill. But did you know, That when it snows, My eyes become large and The light that you shine can be seen. Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray. Ooh, The more I get of you, The stranger it feels, yeah. And now that your rose is in bloom. A light hits the gloom on the gray. There is so much a man can tell you, So much he can say. You remain, My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny. Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby? But did you know, That when it snows, My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen. Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray. Ooh, the more I get of you The stranger it feels, yeah Now that your rose is in bloom. A light hits the gloom on the gray, I've been kissed by a rose on the gray, I've been kissed by a rose I've been kissed by a rose on the gray, ...And if I should fall along the way I've been kissed by a rose ...been kissed by a rose on the gray. There is so much a man can tell you, So much he can say. You remain My power, my pleasure, my pain. To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny, yeah Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby. But did you know, That when it snows, My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen. Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray. Ooh, the more I get of you The stranger it feels, yeah Now that your rose is in bloom, A light hits the gloom on the gray. Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray Ooh, the more I get of you The stranger it feels, yeah And now that your rose is in bloom A light hits the gloom on the gray Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the gray
Anyone remember this song? It's awesome. The only thing he probably inherited from his Dad. Loving oldies :D
9:50 PM
Tuesday, April 14
Hearts Aplenty
"back to SIN, a new number on the way"
was what her nickname read. And yet he had heard neither piece of news. It broke his heart just reading it. Did he really make things so awkward between them that she couldn't even stand the mere thought of starting a conversation with each other?
Just this morning he was walking to the bank with the daily cash deposit from work when he walked by the place where it had all started. Memories flashed past him as he sipped his Gulp. Sad to say that it was over as soon as it began, just that, he was blinded by hearts aplenty to see it.
From their last encounter on MSN, things had been fine with him. Nothing much had been going on and no major upsets had occurred, until today when he had awoken from his nap and scrolled down his contacts list to see if Glen could cover his shift for tomorrow for an urgent cause.
1 word. Just 1, could describe everything that he was feeling at this point of time.
Fuck.
Well, whoever said it was going to be a pretty word anyway?
