The gift of memory is an awful curse.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

From Myspace blog (5 Apr 2010)


Dear Friend,


Current mood:crushed
I'm so scared to try.
So scared to form new friendships.
Unable to run from my past.
I put so much effort into grasping solid friendships.
I put so much effort into holding on.
Then somehow, it all turned liquid. 
Everything slipping through my once so sure fingers.
Some unexpectedly, others, i had no choice but to watch slip away. no matter what, i couldn't change any of it.

Solid, to liquid, to nothing.
only a memory, haunting, so clear.

do what?
run where?
scream what?
fix? how?


I miss you.
I miss you.

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