Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Hey there sunshine (:
I'ld be going on the Youth In The Spirit Seminar tomorrow and will be back on sunday. I haven't packed my bag finish. Oh yes, I'm beaming now because I get to spend 4 whole days closing the prevalent gap between the father up there and me.
The below is just my personal matters that I wish to voice out. If you have your own personal opinions, please feel free to stop reading any time. (:
I've seen them evolve, metamorph, into angels and after what we call mutual seperation, I can only stand at a side, see them wasting their lives away, in my terms. One by one, their faces painted a stony grey with no happiness of a lark. Whilst I, the repititive castaway, have been falling, but, standing up again and again, to be stronger than before.
Ever since the guy upstairs, I've changed and became who I wanted to be, not who other people liked me to be. And for that, I've lived these few years with no regrets. But it's them I feel sorry for, not pity, but sorry. Because they can't seem to stop falling in and out of the one thing they're so dependent of, and because of that, they cant seem to smile like they used to.
One by one, I'm watching their lives, never hesitating to lend a helping hand to piece them back together again after their constant heartaches. What are they doing.
I have a thousand and one things to complete, yet, I'm going to meet my lovely cousin, divinia in a short while, because, I miss her. (: Before that, let me run my fingers on my black and white keys to the silent cries of Brahms.
Don't miss me too much while i'm gone, but if you do, just whisper angel and i'd be there.
the time is 4:35 PM
Hey there sunshine (:
I'ld be going on the Youth In The Spirit Seminar tomorrow and will be back on sunday. I haven't packed my bag finish. Oh yes, I'm beaming now because I get to spend 4 whole days closing the prevalent gap between the father up there and me.
The below is just my personal matters that I wish to voice out. If you have your own personal opinions, please feel free to stop reading any time. (:
I've seen them evolve, metamorph, into angels and after what we call mutual seperation, I can only stand at a side, see them wasting their lives away, in my terms. One by one, their faces painted a stony grey with no happiness of a lark. Whilst I, the repititive castaway, have been falling, but, standing up again and again, to be stronger than before.
Ever since the guy upstairs, I've changed and became who I wanted to be, not who other people liked me to be. And for that, I've lived these few years with no regrets. But it's them I feel sorry for, not pity, but sorry. Because they can't seem to stop falling in and out of the one thing they're so dependent of, and because of that, they cant seem to smile like they used to.
One by one, I'm watching their lives, never hesitating to lend a helping hand to piece them back together again after their constant heartaches. What are they doing.
I have a thousand and one things to complete, yet, I'm going to meet my lovely cousin, divinia in a short while, because, I miss her. (: Before that, let me run my fingers on my black and white keys to the silent cries of Brahms.
Don't miss me too much while i'm gone, but if you do, just whisper angel and i'd be there.
the time is 4:35 PM