Sunday, November 07, 2004
we postponed the birthday celebration.
to the actual day itself - if that is any consolation.
it was the least i could do for someone who is seemingly crumbling under fatigue.
but i suppose you were still awake enough for a feast with your friends.
somehow, it hurts to know this.
i hate myself for being weak enough to be affected by such silly stuff.
you definitely deserved a break.
away from work.
and perhaps away from me.
no no no.
you meant well and wanted to be in a more conscious state for us.
feeling so schizophrenic.
and i am losing the battle against the monster.
it is taking over every shred of humanity.
yet the memories of all that you have done still tugs
like a kite on a string
reminding me of the possibility of bluer skies above.
if i be strong and not let go.
the little oven posted at 1:34 AM
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