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this thing called emotions.

it makes even the strongest man cry and fall to his knees.
it contradicts even the most intelligent man.
it confuses even the man with distinct sense of direction.
it bankrupts even the heart of the richest man.
it tears down everyone caught in it when they cant get outta it.

and everybody falls into its entanglement and goes thru'
the pain of not being loved back,
the agony of not being able to let go,
the dilemma of giving up the pursuit or to hang on and hope.


i'm a gardener of a beautiful piece of garden i like.
i tend to it. i care for it. i'll be there whenever the garden needs me.
just being in it and watching it flower is good enough.
i no longer dream to build my house in it.
the only impossibility in my life that i can never break.


tat's why i'm a non believer of the heart now.
it's encapsulated.
talk to my wall if you wanna get near me.



i know you cant be like me. but....
i feel ur pain.
i'll be there with you anytime of the day (:

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