These tears that flow,

Closure for a broken past.

May they lay unstirred,

Till wounds turn into scars.

| - End of a chapter - |

Some days I feel like shit,

Some days I wanna quit,

And just be normal for a bit.

But hell,

There's no turning back where I am now.

| - Too far gone - |

Yeah, I'm getting drunk… Let's drink until the tears dry up… That would take a while… Would you stay?

| - But You're Already Gone… - |

The joy; eludes me. I am, confused and lost, wandering these labyrinths once more. These endless circles that I walk in; haven't I been here before?

The sorrow; negligence claims thee once more. Passing thoughts, the unclear dreams, those random musings, all left unwritten, forgotten with the passage of time, as is my muse. Time shall dictate the fates once more, this unbroken cycle.

The wrath; towards your abandonment does not fade. I hate every fiber of your essence, loathsome being.

The silence; signals the time for rest. Tomorrow shall shine anew.

| - Fade away - |

When one writes, where is the line drawn, on what should and can be said? I've often felt awkward writing down these posts, thinking that it might be too personal for public viewing. Yet in such a world where sensationalism is the norm, and where bloggers bare all for the world to see, one might even say that such awkwardness is perhaps awkward in itself.

Maybe I'm just not comfortable with having my own private life shown like some kinda drama that you see on TV. But I'm being a hypocrite here. Ain't the reason for having a blog, exactly that, not including specialty blogs, that is. What's your stance on this?

| - PrIvaTe BloGgEr - |