Some days I want to wring a towel dry,
with all my might squeeze every last drop.
Some days I want to put my hands down,
and give up.
Some days I want to let those tears fall,
trickle down.
And some days I let myself free,
watch the rising, setting sun and loose myself.
Know that there will always be light, that there will always be a tomorrow. That’s what ‘we’ always say.
Hold on to hopes, dreams, believes.
For they hold us together.
5 June 2009 at 4:05 pm
your blog is sucking the life out of me. your posts make me feel 50 years older. There should be a warning sign on your blog telling anyone above 40 not to read it or they might just die of old age.
hi shou jian!
7 June 2009 at 12:01 am
haha. dont u already know the ‘reputation’ of my blog.. anyway why’re u feeling older! what im saying can’t make u older!
7 June 2009 at 12:04 am
I think I was probably the one that gave it such a reputation
Are you trying to say I’m old? I feel older because it’s so serious! but that’s you so don’t change heh. you wouldn’t even if I told you (and I’ve tried)
9 June 2009 at 12:22 am
its not THAT serious. haha its just a failed attempt at poetry. and no, im not saying you’re old. when you’re young u can grow oldER too u knowww