Wednesday, February 22, 2006
tis love's a crooked thing
ah penny brown penny,
one cannot begin it too soon.
i went back to hwachong on monday to collect a long forgotten artifact; one very neglected A levels cert. i can't say i'm not happy growing older, but it isn't any comfort to know one doesn't get any wiser. I took the same bus back to school, the same one i've been taking for the past nine years or so. and as i walked along the linkway, across the bridge, towards the blue sidegate, (no.. now red), i wished with all my heart i could begin where i left off. This school, once mine, still mine yet not really so anymore. bits of memories scattered here and there, and then you wonder how you take apart the yesterdays. How do you deal with all the things you thought would last, but didn't last. yeah, i can find myself another poor excuse, but i'd rather be in love with you. still, saying goodbye is never easy. the time has come, feel it in my bones, feel it in my shoes.
you know the associations are still there. said you were dying, were you really. i'm back to where i was three years ago. it has come one full circle, have i learnt nothing at all. Old news colour my judgment so bad, i love being vague. after all subterfuges are all i come back to again. substitutes and subterfuge. Vienna doesn't need convincing.
sigh, black and blue, black black blue.
Vienna waits for me. Joyce Lim unzipped at 11:35 AM with 0 comments
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