Memories of the Wind.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Its in the air
I wanted to hit him today. The grievance I felt for mum, the sense of injustice boiling beneath my skin and his crazy antics could have easily reduced him to a pulp. Clutching my fists, face turning absolutely red, and veins popping out from my suface of my skin, I swore i could have given him a neat uppercut. He deserved nothing better than that. However, rationality took over. No son could ever do that.
He is a harsh nightmare of reality, one that i could not shake off even in the expense of morality. And I naively thought he would slowly fade off from the radius of my life after he left. Alas, no one could went poof like that. And like cheap and dirty rum that emanated a foul smell, he came back again to intoxicate us. He's one sour memory I could do without, yet unrelentlessly haunt very nook and corner of my life.
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Again i retook the searing path towards the uncertain mists of time, seeking for the rainbow that awaits me at the end of the trail~
He is a harsh nightmare of reality, one that i could not shake off even in the expense of morality. And I naively thought he would slowly fade off from the radius of my life after he left. Alas, no one could went poof like that. And like cheap and dirty rum that emanated a foul smell, he came back again to intoxicate us. He's one sour memory I could do without, yet unrelentlessly haunt very nook and corner of my life.
....
Again i retook the searing path towards the uncertain mists of time, seeking for the rainbow that awaits me at the end of the trail~
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