Sunday, December 26, 2004


It is hidden and it is intended so. The more it is written, the less you know because a different picture is painted to taint your thoughts in such a way the author intended so.


I was about to wallow in despair. But I saw something and it made me go fuzzy and I am feeling ambivalent at the moment. It's funny and uncanny how this could transcend over to me. Often seen to be apathetic to the others but almost always, pensive is entrenched in me. I ponder the time that I can elude myself from this. This I call, solitude.