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Saturday, September 20, 2008 / 11:00 PM
irked by you Running after the kites. They fly without strings, without a tug. Just with wind, they leap off the ground together and soar towards boundless skies. I stay rooted, unable to move as fast. Nevertheless, I try to catch up. Even leaping and jumping, yet withholding my screams and anger and frustration. Pitying myself for not being able to do. Strewn with tears, i ask myself what did i do wrong. Perhaps i should have been kinder to the kites. Caress the wind and let it breeze through my hair. Loosen the strings of the heart and let them go. Do the kites, the wind or the skies care? Will they ever stop and then wipe away the glistening? Listening to the monotonous humming of the wind now, I understand and feel utterly disappointed. Don't know if i should have torn up that stupid kite. Then perhaps there wouldnt have been so much pain. Go away then. Fly as you wish with who matter more. Think of the impact you create. Just leap off the face of the earth. Abyss. |
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