Tuesday, July 14, 2009

I yearn thee, solace.

It's been exactly a month since I was trapped in a torpedo of depression and sorrow.
Now exhausted, I'm leaving that storm and wander far from it and find solace.
This heaviness, it would get lighter.
Those hard feelings, let there not be any.
We as foe? I certainly want us to shun away from that.
Friends are always better than foe, yes?

Like a kid, I'm running towards that nonviolent, sereneful fresh air I freed myself to.

"Time heals; time flies; time healed" - septemberlanguage

1 comment:


see the world through amsterdam's eyes.