words, like nature...

...half reveal, half conceal the soul within.

"every flower has to go through a lot of dirt" - lauren bond

"our life is what our thoughts make it" - marcus aurelius antonnius

"the next time your mind wanders, follow it around for awhile" - jessica masterson

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

to feel fine...

...is not an easy thing to do.

because we tend to question "why?". even when things are fine, we ask, "why?". maybe it's a sign of an unsettled soul. but i feel old. how many lifetimes does it take for my soul to feel settled?

more and more lately, i keep thinking about fatherhood. it's quite scary. because i remember a time when all i thought about was, well...i can't freaking remember. but whatever it was, i'm quite certain it had nothing with fatherhood. maybe because i thought i've made the mother of my child.

i was freaked out.

now, the scene in front of the tele, after dinner, the couch has a man and a child but no woman on it. as i watch the woman which i thought would be her, walk away into the arms of another man, i find myself asking in the infamous question "why?'.

i suppose this soul will find it hard to settle.

she had such a kind but defiant face. it's how she pouts and smiles. yet, i can't help but be angry at her.

i need to hideaway again, re-group myself. put on my arrogance again. for if i don't do that, i'd start falling for another girl again and possibly end up damaging that person as well. such a wimp, i know.

i can't even pretend anymore.

i know i have asked for so much. especially for you to prove that you're watching me. but i'm asking again, just make her believe that i did love her and still do. whether or not on the day that happens i'd still be in love her, i don't know but i hope so. but even if i don't, i hope i get that day.
i may not be good with birthdays, anniversaries and the likes. and i may not know what present to give, but i remember the day we met, i remember what i thought of you when i first laid my eyes on you. i remember what i was thinking about as we were standing at the traffic lights. i remember the smile, how you were seated (with the shoulders forward), i know it was real. and that's what i need you to believe. because they are not cheap; the words, the feelings, the actions....

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