I love mentos:D


Sunday, 23 September 2007

A tale of a butterfly.

You'ld think its wilful.
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But don't you crave for it somtimes?
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When things become tight. Suffocating.
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Escape. Run away from it all.
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So what if you did?
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Burst through the binding sinews, the meshing bonds.
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Would status quo follow after?
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No.
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Why then chew on them hidden knives?
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Blades of succulent green which fattend'u
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Only to spin a straitjack'o fibres of regret woven.
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If only i had known.
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So in it I hid. I moped.
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The walls hugged me tight. Skintight.
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Yet. I felt no warmth.
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What's new?
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Figured Hey. Stay. Disappear.
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Maybe. Someone would care.
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Just maybe, Peer in.
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Haha.
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Maybe its btr this way, I thought.
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No need for complicated relationships, affairs of the heart.
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Lovely peace and quiet.
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Reality sunk in eventually.
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Is it really that much? a kiss? a smile?
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To pacify me out of my lil' tantrum?
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To remind me how it felt like to be pampered?
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I waited. No takers.
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I cried.Broke down.
Oh don't cry please don't cry.
Do u believe it? I was hoaxing myself.
Pathetic.
So on I wailed.
I cried out for some love, much needed comfort.
Anyone.
topullmeoutofthisstiflingcoldthisworldthativecometoknowthatrobbedmeofmyinnocencescarredmysoulmurderedmyspirit
killedmymindleftmelooselyhangedabovecityskylightssobrightsolovelyonlytotakeintheviewalltheviewieverwantorneed
andneverbeingabletoexperienceit
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Then it happened.
It tore. opened.
I saw the light. It was blinding. Beautiful.
Slowly,
I crawled out.
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Wait.
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Something's different.
I feel..
Stronger.
I stretched my sleepy tendons, squinted my prickled eyes.
I could see.
I could feel I could touch...........I could fly.
That was when I tasted sweet hope.
Hope that maybe, just maybe,
One day,
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I'll learn to love.

12:10 am