Just another tiny dot


Thursday, May 15, 2003 My thoughts exactly ... When I Can't Speak i think of you sometimes. it used to be an everyday thing. now it's only when i find a reminder. in those seemingly insignificant things. from always, to occasionally, to rarely. perhaps someday, i'll reach never. i'd like to say i'm sorry. give you an explanation even. but i don't have an answer to your questions. i can't seem to answer myself. maybe there is something wrong with me after all. maybe it was just us. i'd like to go back in time to see you. but i don't know what i would change. maybe i'd change myself. or maybe i'd just leave everything to be. i think i'll meet you on some street one day. then the question of should i say hello or look away. i can't forgive myself till today. i don't think i ever will. it might mean never truly loving again. it might mean breaking a few more hearts. i hope i find it in me to go on. i pray you don't forget how to love. thirty years from now. i wonder if i'll still think of you. maybe you'd be the one. the one i should have never let go. or perhaps you were the one. the one i should have never met. i'm still hurting. yes, i know it's been a while. the one next to me now says he loves me. but i'm afraid to let myself go. tell me what you see. do you see me in everyone you meet? i do. i see you all around me. sometimes in another's eyes. other times i see you when i sit and type. you always urged me to write. now tell me if this writer is the one you were looking for. Poem by Yamuna Beautiful poem. Describes my thoughts perfectly, not all, but I can relate myself to the peom with ease. I couldn't have put it in better words even if I tried. @ 11:23 PM	A new, brighter beginning, just like the sunflowers. :: About :: Am on a journey through time, growing older with all the accumulated life lessons. With mind painted with wonderful sceneries from the journey of life. This is a place for me to sit back and unwind myself. Hoping this home in the virtual land will someday be a time capsule for me to run down memory lane. :: Archives ::