My story
Saturday, November 11, 2006
when our back is facing one another,
the space in between is a world.
we drifted that far already?
no.
is just a size of an ocean.
but soon it will be like a world.
i dun have any hope now.
useless/
hard/
meaningless/ to hold on?
nothing/
worthless/
foolish/
no.
is a promise for us to hold on.
but how longer can we hold?
we are no longer there.
no more.
holding on like normal for now.
soon after,
the rain will come.
the ocean will have more water and
drown everything we had.
THE END.
o f f . .
This is end of me, stranger
