Wednesday, December 13, 2006

stuck here in my own little room
facing the square box 19 inch monitor
having to reminicise about my past glorious days with shuttlecocks.
thanks to my dad, this sucks.
now with a ball, will i still get to relive those memoric days?
or is it just different crossroads altogether?
thanks to me, this sucks.
wrong choice? perhaps.
wrong decision? maybe.
wrong perception? probably.
but what seems to remain right now,
are the silver line hopes that im clinging
and the people that are continuously caring.
maybe the word isnt even "people",
to be precise, its just "person".
thanks to my her, this sucks.
thanks to my bestie, im smiling again.