Saturday, September 04, 2004
Much of the day past with me feeling like i was suffering from some kind of bipolar depression. raised hopes and dead-crushed expectations.
Never in my wildest dreams will i imagine myself showing the kind of patience that only you could manage to coax out of me.
and the courage of roaming about unfamiliar grounds in heels, with the absurb thought of seeking temporary relief in being anywhere where you might just pass by.
but there's always a dark side.
it really scares me to realize how vulnerable i am to being hurt by you.
and that you are painfully unaware of it.
i am learning perserverance the hard way.
by hanging on for someone who may not even be remotely near my destination.
but anything for that speck of happier happiness which could well be another wonderful creation of self-imagination.
the little oven posted at 1:13 AM
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