Saturday, February 28, 2009

Another exam tomorrow. And therefore, the wilful urge to write. Can I just say that I hate it when people move away? Detachment. Yes, that's the word. That's probably something I shall never learn to be. Detached. And that's the one thing that has really plagued me. After a series of personal struggles, I was left shattered and disillusioned. In restrospect, I don't really mind. But I'm hoping I don't have to go through the same things over and over again. If only life were a little simpler and I didn't spend all my time living in a bubble.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Thank You

...And then, there were no pretensions. And no declarations. And time stood still. And while all the world was watching, I knew. I knew I was home. Because home is everything to an exile.