myself. wo zi ji. saya.

12/4/08 Saturday 5.45pm GC BusStop.

The start is soft but menacing,
creeping slowly into my heart
crushing all of the wonders within.
and that, is the loss of my self.

why am i hoping?
i cant get the picture of you out of my head.
then get it out, you said.
loss for words, i am.
why i put myself through this emotional turmoil which i have created for myself.
nothing is going to happen.

not then, why now?

i dont know.
it's easier if we stay as friends.
it's better this way.
the way we are now.

i love to go clubbing with you.
cuz i dont need a reason to hold u close.
and we can just dance away to the music surrounding us.
for once, my senses were clear.
the sight, smell, sound... the touch of you...
although you're skinny but you're kinda nice to hug! haha~

but then again,
walk away reii. walk away from this.
dont bother anymore.
we're friends.

just good friends.