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Sunday, August 13, 2006


It's a dreadful feeling, when you've gathered a group of people just because a brainwave hits you, and you can't wait to carry it out. You want to play soccer, you want to win, and you know you can't do it alone. You ain't got the influence, the top-notch skills to venture as a individual. The people closer to you aren't the ideal kind of teammates really desired. So you get a bunch of aquaintances, bring everyone's hopes sky high, and then perform absymally when the situation demands. It's just selfishness, self-centredness, and by the time you realise, it's all been said and done; there's no turning back.

You turn and toss at night, the mind still active, still searching for that elusive answer that is slowly slipping away. From the edge of reason, to the brink of insanity, just cracking your head for a number, a word, a phrase, something that resembles something you understand. Something solid you can grasp on so that you don't get blown away by the growing frustration.

And it's a intensely painful, when you've decided on something, yet another keeps holding you back. You think you can forget her; its been what? seven months since you last saw her smile. You know it's impossible; she's long gone. She's got her own friends, the bunch of guys ogling and staring at her back wherever she goes. You can't catch her when she goes dancing, shopping, singing into the night. She can't understand what you're saying most of the time, 'cos it's a same and different language. She's from Venus, and you're from.. Earth. Just a normal average guy. You're just another colour in an artist's tray, just another sparkler in a fireworks extravanganza. She ain't going to forget you, she hardly knows you. She's the main actress, you're just a prop. Forget about holding her hand, getting close enough to smell her fragrance, seeing the little freckles on her nose.. not unless you want a one-way ticket to dreamland. She's beautiful, cute and so alluring. And you can't get her.


Fly away baby. Stop dreaming. Forget the pain. It probably ain't worth it.

_'Jx]- faded at 7:19 PM