The signal is subtle
We pass just close enough to touch
No questions, no answers
We know by now to say enough
With only simple words
With only subtle turns
The things we feel alone for one another
There is a secret that we keep
I won't sleep if you won't sleep
Because tonight may be the last chance we'll be given
We are compelled to do what we must do
We are compelled to do what we have been forbidden
So I won't sleep if you won't sleep tonight
Sunday, June 25, 2006
feeling a bout of depression... and for what?!
i can honestly empathise with nora, as to how she's feeling now. especially in the LONE department.
after returning from bali, reality slaps me in the face and shows me its ugly morsels of what's left for me to "indulge" in. and that's when i realise there's not much waiting for me here, at home.
life returns to its normal, mundane self. socialising is kept to a low. and the only people who keep me from going into an emotional slump are those who have been around me since i started this holiday.
and primarily, it's my boyfriend.
but now, it's just a waiting game till i can see him. and while i wait here, i read nora's blog, and i see myself in her shoes. as she waits too.
for it's always the other partner who doesn't miss us as much. till it hurts.
it's really pathetic, even when i think of it. even as i'm feeling it. i go around doing the stuff i ought to get done, then a sharp pang of loneliness stabs me and i start to tear. the "missing" is so strong, it feels as though my knees will give way.
and i don't know why in hell i feel this way.
why do i miss You so much?
see what i mean? saying it or typing it (in this case) doesn't ease the pain. it only aggravates it, and reminds me of how frustrated i am.
miss lonely. how fucking pathetic.
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Wani
23/02/1986 (Pisces)
(Psychology & Communications) Monash University
Chatting, chilling, poetry, movies, making love, making out.
Tigger & Princess
In love with love; cynical with a hint of tease. ;) LOVE THE WORLD AND SMILE AT THE STRANGER.
