Monday, November 16, 2009
It's weird why I wake up some days and history plays in my mind. Like a film, I run through all that happened. The the more times I run through it, the blurrer everything gets. The same things I do not understand, the same things I cannot comprehend. But the hurt still remains. Despite a milder hit, it still remains.I know that sooner or later, all these will just get so blur. Like an old tape, it will just spoil and get forgotten. But when will it happen? When?
oinked on 1:48 PM