Monday, March 19, 2007

i am recovering. from sickness. all kinds. the flu. cough. fever. diarrhoea. everything. even from a certain heartache. it cuts deep. deep in my heart. right through my soul. like an asthmatic person who wakes up in the middle of the night. gasping for air. searching for his/her inhaler in the drawer. the dressing table. the whatnots. but it will only go away after a few spray of the degenerate device. your life depends on it. your mojo. your libido. but not this heartache. this is permenant. leaving a scar. hairline scratch. a crack. an open wound. more worse if someone added a pinch of salt over it. the pain. the burning sensation. brings you right back to the asthmatic patient. searching. and all this just vanish. disappeared. the crack. the wound. the pain. the patient. inhaler in different sizes and colours. that damn heartache. when you came to me.

this feelings. i hate to admit it. i don't want to admit it. i tried to avoid it. im the reluctant one. i became that way because i love the wound. the previous wound. that heartache. that memory. that part of me which i am afraid to part. my mind went with Phileas Fogg and Passepartout in a quick tour of the world. confused. dazed. fatigue rears its ugly head. i hate my life.


*~__ Afa Romeo ___ ~*