5/20/2010 07:57:00 PM
Thursday, May 20, 2010
a statue crafted with a smile of its face, made of purely glass, fragile and transparent.
i see a crack.
its going to break soon.
procrastinating! staring at the whole pile of books infront of me, bahh. shall get down to work after posting this *innocently grins*
just put on so so so much weight D: shall run tomorrow! woohoo! shucks, its gonna be raining for the next few days so prepare to hold onto those umbrellas dudettes! heh heh! honey by kara is playing on itunes now, getting a little high :D amath today! 4CO WE WILL ALL DO DAMN FREAKING AWESOME YEAH! :D
my fellow 4coian peeps, don't forget bout our game tomorrow, peaceos :)
like a statue made of glass,
you stand there rooted to the ground,
not having the ability to move but stare.
a smile permanently crafted upon your face
remains as the only thing that brightens the whole image.
people rush past as they take a short glimpse at you,
watching the stoned you stand there above that block of concrete.
days, months and years go by as you remain in that same position, at the same spot,
seeing the same thing over and over again.
as the years go by, you start to crack,
the tiniest cracks are getting bigger and bigger
and sharp ends start budge out preventing these people to come closer.
All of them held a mindset of danger,
afraid to cut themselves by the sharp edges of the glass.
hates the feeling of one's own weakness.
theres really something wrong with me and today proved it all. when linda came back during break to return the calculator, gave her a huge hug, just broke down and muttered how much i really missed them and how its been so tiring. feeling really drained out nowadays, sometimes not evening remembering something that happened a few seconds ago and sometimes just going insanely knocked out. secondly, it just struck me. poc is coming up. hah, its strange how we watch out seniors pass out, leave the school and listen to them feeling upset as we nod our heads and think bout how it was going to be for us. now we know. time sure does fly, swishing past just like bullet train. the rides too short, can't we just buy another ticket and board the same train? tell me its not true. feeling so fragile. maybe its just because my emotions are hay wired, yes. it must be.
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