A Quiet Breath

everyone gets tired of picking up the pieces sometimes.

this place seems to have lost its familiarity and its function as a security blanklet for me. for the past weeks, its been puddles after puddles of marsh and mud, and blows after blows of stinging words. it is sad to know that nobody seems to be enjoying what they are doing anymore, and even more upsetting to know that when people become tired and jaded, they become self-indulgent as well.

i miss you, my friend.

i dont understand how some people can get started on something with burning passion and then lose that flame after a while; how some people can promise you the skies and the rainbow, then let their words rain on you later; or how some people can stand on your side for one moment and then turn the tables on you for another; how some people can sail with you when the weather is fair, then abandon you when the tide is high; or how some people can say 'i love you', then let their love erode away eventually.

i guess everything in life is just so ephemeral.