I remember talking to Alvin about what holidays can do to you. They bring about thoughts that make you ponder, think, worry and almost or sometimes come to point of disturbing you.
Nearly getting there. Worse thing is, I'm constantly under the target practice range field; ideas keep raining down into my own perimeter. Can't flee from it either. It's going to come one day,...someday.
I don't like thinking too much. But when it happens, it's hard to ignore the fact that you're dragging that big iron ball of beset clasped to the ankle of your sentiments. Especially when you're a girl, the more daunting it becomes to liberate yourself.
I want things to come in neat little packages tied up in cotton strings and this time I get a DHL package delivered to me the wrong side up and the contents are clanging loudly...and I never asked for it.
Now, I'm going to sit down on my bed, smother myself in pillows, close my eyes and hope it goes away.
11/19/2004
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Posted by april yim at 1:45 AM
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