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
Monday, February 11, 2008
i've found an answer
after almost 22 years of living.
the question: "what do you want to be when you grow up?"
my answer: "anything, but nothing like my mother."
in fact, nothing like my family. i want to the be apple that fell FAR away from the tree (is that right?).
i'm just sick of it all. the drama, the pettiness, the hypocrisy and the hatred. no one deserves this bullshit.
and people tell me i shouldn't be so negative or critical - after all, they are my family. well, i tell them, "you haven't lived with my family".
family isn't blood. it's who you make them to be. and mine is only him. and her.
PUT YOUR LOVELY NAME HERE
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.
