Thursday, November 11, 2004
the greatest joy
to be loved, to understand, to actually taste freedom of emotional articulation..
to be able to breathe that fresh air everyone would sacrifce everything to experience.
yet, who are those that experiences those ?
are they
the ones who smile ?
the ones who are dedicated ?
the ones who are pure in intention and thinking ?
the ones who are able to provide ?
or are they
the ones that forsake.
the ones that forget.
the ones that are mistaken.
the ones who hold their head and stamp on good will.
i continue, this journey in hopes of finding that source of progress.
is there no end to ones regression ?
can one fatal cut be truly the deepest ?
can one pick himself up from a mere stumble ?
questions unanswered even as after evading the cessation.
what does that tarmac in front hold for me ?
the past appears
like an illusion..
full of mockery.
stay away.
