In the darkest time of my life everything near me got stepped on as I aimlessly, carelessly wandered about. The same darkness mercilessly enveloped us, making its creatures crawl in oblivion. Unfathomable pain caused unimaginable reactions. Then, the wind brought sunshine to the groping willow.
Alas, it wasn’t me. How can someone easily replace the source of light.. the happiness.. the sanctity of shared dreams.?
Please… if I can’t be your sunshine, let me be at least your moonlight in the dark.. a symbol of hope and humility.. which may give way to a renewed life..
Friday, September 23, 2005
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