Monday, June 28, 2010
I want to hide those tears from you, just so that I'll seem a little stronger than before. I want to have happy, brainless, cheering conversations like the past, but I have nothing to offer. I can't seem to find a reason to call, because there seems to be so little we can talk about; it's almost like we are of different frequency. I would love to run to you and tell you all that I'm feeling, but I would rather keep it inside... just so it wouldn't weight you down after a day's work, when you had just started the new life and every thing is going well. Why splash my old mud on your new painting? I'm afraid of telling you what's on my mind, what I'm feeling and what I would really love to do...
I feel useless when you turned around and ask me to get a job. Not that I didn't try, not that the fire didn't burn, not that I never held hopes, not that I didn't have that confidence, not that I never felt like I can do it... But you don't know what it's like to have metal doors slamming time and again right hard in your face, when all you need is a chance but opportunity didn't come and when you get yourself up only to get slam down harder than before.
I wished I was like you.
I feel useless when you turned around and ask me to get a job. Not that I didn't try, not that the fire didn't burn, not that I never held hopes, not that I didn't have that confidence, not that I never felt like I can do it... But you don't know what it's like to have metal doors slamming time and again right hard in your face, when all you need is a chance but opportunity didn't come and when you get yourself up only to get slam down harder than before.
I wished I was like you.
# . Grace Eleora Loo : 6/28/2010 01:55:00 AM
