Saturday, February 2, 2008
:) A ploy at play.
current mood: composed
3 strikes. That is all you have till you are out of the game. First try. You lost your balance and fell off the ground. Second. You thought you’d do better but you seem to have hurt yourself more. The third and final try. You lost it somehow. Again. 3 strikes Sir. That’s what you got. But I gave you more. Thinking and hoping the light would shine again and memories would fall apart. I gave you more. You lost it again. You lost it all.
Now I have got to go. After 3 months I have realized yet another mistake that I have made. I was not at the cross road with you, but I was a dead end. 3 months you played me with you ruse. 3 months I was controlled. Finally, I understood. Making a u-turn is the hardest thing now. But I have him. I will survive. :) You will realize that I stood there waiting in the monsoon, but you never came. He took me by the hand, leading me to a shelter once again. I will survive. You lost it all. Thank you world for making me stronger.
`fimaaa
❤ imperfectly written at 2:42 PM
