When you think you have enough time for all, it sucks to know that what you expected to happen, well.. didn't happen. Na-da. None. Zero. Nothing happened. Such a shock that left you gasping for air, catching your breath, wishing that for once and for all, one tiny little thing would happen.
this is something I wrote while I was in the midst of boredom though I was actually on an attempt to finish up my homework. ;
I am running towards the shadow in front of me, the faster I run, the closer I get to you. Everything's falling apart, and all that remain is those two. I guess time won't pass us by now, by the way you make me feel so alive. I wont give a damn for the tears that won't hold back, as I've had enough running, makes my whole life flashes back. I stopped, trying so hard not to stumble, catching my breath which no longer sounded humble. I feel so worked up, still the shadow never fails to dissapoint. I have a sudden eager to continue, but if it means another flashback of my lifetime, I think I've had enough. One too many, I hear voices say in my head. So why is it that dissapointment overcomes my feeling, and my pulse starts to beat irregularly? What I was afraid of was that what i fear the most, would happen. That you won't even get a chance to look back, and see me standing there, waiting. Maybe not chasing, but still there, waiting.
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