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Saturday, January 23, 2010


My friends were right. Sometimes it’s a good thing to keep some things to yourself and don’t tell anyone NO MATTER how much it hurts or how BADLY you need to talk to someone about it. Cause in the end it would not necessary help you. It would just make it worse. I have always thought that I could talk to someone about things at home or about my life but I guess I shouldn’t, even though how close you are to that person.

From now on I will just keep things to myself and sallow the bitter pills life no matter how hard it is. The only down fall to doing that, is that it would be a ticking time bomb waiting to explode and when it does nor you or I can do anything. I would rather sallow everything quietly than to have to destroy a relationship in the midst of talking things out to a listening ear. I know it’s a little too late for a new year’s resolution but my resolution is to sallow the bitter pills of life and not look for a listening ear to ease my pain.

I tried to write a poem to express my feels but that seemed to fail as well.


In my garden there's a special place for you
Where you can come and chat with me
I'd love to have you anytime, be it day or night
The space I've made is sheltered, it kinda feels so right

The fountains there, reminds me so of you
The water trickling, so sweet and true
The flowers I’ve chosen, to grow along your place
The overhanging branches, will keep the sun away
That special place I made for you

But now I’ve burnt down that special place
With the things I say and do
Everything burnt to ashes
No more fountains
No more flowers
No more sweet memories to shelter me.
Tell me what am I to do
I am lost and I am loosing you

~ { 1:31 AM }
reflections of you and me;