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, November 24, 2008
to rip the past to shreds
that's what i did this weekend. i'm one of 'habitual nostalgia', which explains the amount of "junk" in my room from eons ago. i have no real reason to keep all these things, but it just seems like such a waste to get rid of them, especially knowing the next person you hand them over to, won't necessarily take great care of your ex-belongings the way you used to. :(
but for space's sake, i had to clear out shelves and drawers. and literally tear good photos of my 10-year-old self into confetti because i can no longer stand looking at myself at that age anymore. i cannot allow myself to relive the trauma caught through the lens and negatives. it's time i got rid of the childhood that i have been wishing i had.
although it's great to know, after 10 years, people from my primary school are still the same sweet bunch i remember them to be. thanks guys for a great reunion. :D we should hold that island creamery one soon!
hello, my future. bye, terrible past.
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Wani
23/02/1986 (Pisces)
(Psychology & Communications) Monash University
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