May 5, 2007

Now. I think this makes sense.

Life - 4 simple letters, yet so complicated.
Love - 4 simple letters, yet so confusing.
Feelings - 8 simple letters, yet so inexplicable.
Regrets - 7 simple letters, yet they never seem to disappear.
Silence - 7 simple letters, yet it can be so deafening.
Time - 4 simple letters, yet there is never enough.
Pain - 4 simple letters, yet it takes so long to heal.
Mistakes - 8 simple letters, yet they can never be erased.
You - 3 simple letters, yet it means everything.

Have you ever wanted to ask a question but you didn't 'cause you knew your heart wouldn't be able to handle the answer?

I can't promise not to think. I won't. It may end up being empty. I don't like making promises because I can't guarantee I can fulfil 'em. It takes a lot of effort and I think I lack that calibre. I'll only say; I'll try my best. =] Hatred and promises are not part of my vocab.

`kirt.

.weiming
shouted at 21:51