
Friday, February 19, 2010 @ 6:25 AM
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| | Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.
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Haven't read a rhyming poem with a touch of gravity like this one in ages. a fresh one, I mean. not my old favourites.
Longfellow :D
it's hard to communicate with a bad conversationalist.
which is why things probably didn't work out, even on a friend kind of a level.
oh well.
I signed up for some writing competition :O it just popped up the vjgmail and I just submitted the form without even thinking much.
and I chose POETRY.
of all things ):
I feel like I'm grabbing at straws, not really thinking, just doing.
not the wisest of things to do especially when you take into consideration the unearthly hours at which I'm sleeping.
it's not particularly because I'm outstandingly busy, not like I'm in a CCA that demands of me five days a week, but---
I do think a lot.
about how things MIGHT have been.
Oh well.
Dear God! Is this not what I should be thinking about?
epiphany: work takes my mind off things.
in a sense, I'm grateful for classes, anal-retentive chinese worksheets and math that seriously only kills me.
I don't think as much as I did when were still doing IPO and BC and JCO.
for sheer lack of anything better to do, I thought myself to the pits.
and stayed there for quite a while, I suppose.
I just got out.
But God is still good to me! (:
:D
I LIKE TALKING TO GOD.