11/28

The cliche is here again. Always dominating my life, my mind and my self. It is so true that when you reach these times it would be better if you really have a concrete reason to cry, to let yourself be taken by the the drama and bitterness it deserves. It would be better if you know who he really is and why I hurt this way but then I am here and hurting by the thing beside me that I do not know. I am just left here to absorb and imagine each and every tragedy that could have occured to make me feel this way and dark as it may always be its hue differs from love, friendship, defeat, dessertation and even victory fron something you do not want.

Now I am compelled to ponder upon things, if not upon everything. Time is running away from me and I have to chase it soon or else I will be forever trapped in this frozen time of misery.

For now I will think that the cliche of it all is life itself.