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Thursday, November 13, 2008
Please don’t add to the numbers. A definite impossible feat, it’s like asking a miracle to happen there and then. I feel that I am a walking time bomb. Not that I would explode out in fury but I foresee an enormous emotional waves shrouding over. Please make me stronger than this. I need it; I need to put up a brave front. Not that I want to, but I have to. I wish I am a kid now. I wish to hear those sweet little lies, being naïve and believing that we all can have a happy ever after life. Nobody gets to die and all our wishes can come true. When I was a kid, it’s easy to make me happy the whole day- just get me chupa chups or a mere choki choki. No matter how hard we try to ignore or deny it, eventually the lies fall away, whether we like it or not. But here's the truth about the truth: It hurts. It hurts, knowing you are going away uncle. When, I least expect it. Or for that matter, where we least expect.
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