--v--<@ A flower that grows despite cement holes @>--v--





now what

Monday, July 18, 2005

the storm has arrived
sweeping away unimaginably everything
leaving scrumbs and waste behind
now what?

don't stay here anymore
the voice says

but every single part of me
belongs to this place

there's nothing left here
voice continues

but memories
I know... but ...

stay here and waste?
voice retorts

waste...
everything in me is gone anyway

so you're going to stay here and die?
voice replies

I... don't know...
really... I can't move... yet...

here, take this
take this knife and end your life
easier way out for you
voice croons

I can't... I....

You are a coward!
Voice storms

No! I'm not! If I have the bloody courage to fight the storm, why can't i take my life.. it's just that...

every being fights for survival,
it's only natural
but when it comes to taking your own life
it needs real courage

I can't

why not

No....

You're a bloody coward

NO!

Then??

I need to live
To see the sunrise again
to live my dream
whatever that's left of it
and find out what's in store for me
before i breath my last breathe
I still want to finish my book of life
to the last chapter
and not be a spoiler by skipping to the last page
to do justice to the author...

hmmm... fair enough
good answer
voice replies

I...

so...?
now what?
voice quips

I guess...
I'll make a move.
Yah...
I'll make a move.

See you around then!
Voice out...

~inspiration to write something longer nowadays~

Y o u r N a m e _ b l o g g e d _ @ 12:37 AM |



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