Saturday, January 26, 2008 @ 8:18 PM
I found the greatest weakness...
Of my own.
Again...
Surfing friendster...
Just to past some time.
But too bad,
I just didn't resist myself...
I look at the old pics of my poly friends.
Lots of memories...
From the Telematch...
Chess committee...
And a few of some random old mate's pics...
I admit.
I don't enjoy my memories.
They just scorch my psychological self.
And it hurts...
But, why I just can't let it go?
Sometimes...
No, at all times...
I had been asking myself.
Why?
But, I never had an answer.
Maybe that's the cause of everything...
Many said, memories are sweet.
To me, it's merely a wound that never heals, and it just keep bleeding... keep bleeding... inflicting searing pain... till the day I finally gave in to the hand of Death...
Yours Truly; Lorenzo
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