October 23, 2005


It's midnight. The memories revisited. You say the words on odorless, senseless IM window. You say your "happy birthday"s on midnight. 00:00. Yes, I've turned 25. 25 more to go I believe. I wonder how am I alive? How I have survived? It doesn't matter anymore..."I just want you to know, that you don't need me anymore..."*. I wished you happiness. I do everyday, every single time I revise our memories. I want you happy. That's one healthy thing to ask for, isn't it? By the way, I'm thinking about the remaining half. Would it be better? Should this be exactly the half? No one knows! I think the spring once feed with sorrow is drying. I only write bullshit. Never been this much dry. Thicker the skin, safer the life, dumber the words...that's the rule I try to disobey. But...

"Who's to say where the wind will take you
Who's to say what it is will break you
I don't know
Which way the wind will blow"*

Posted by Shervin at 02:16 AM
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