Sunday, December 16, 2007
late nite ramble.
Whenever we cross paths in the house
you walk pass me as if I'm a complete stranger.
Do you know how much that hurts? Have you any idea?
It's like trying to dry a wet cloth by twisting it.
Slowly, but steadily, drying me to my very last drop.
When will it stop?
I pray for the fastest week to pass.
Will I make it thru?
Once again, i pray, HARD....
okimdone at 12:57 AM
