Sunday, September 03, 2006
chapter closed.
The human mind once again shows it's penchant for being a terribly contrary entity, all the more astonishingly so. How is it that one can both yearn for the happy past and desire it to the point of compliance or begging, and yet simultaneously seek to burn bridges and build walls, to confront and demand answers?Recollections are bruquesly shoved aside, fear of crying a prime motivation. The prickle of tears threatens with the startling realisation of how one word can cleave two seperate spheres with a divide so definite, yielding strangers, and annoyed, one thinks - "again?!". Initial refusal to believe this abrupt turn of events, denial, replaced by a sense of finality and eventually, acceptance coupled with profound regret.
Appeal lost, confidence shaken - prayers continually asking for strength, for courage, for serenity and comfort. It seems, ironically so, that it ended the way it began - a phone call, a song rich with meaning - yet two very different outcomes.
True, this was neither the right one nor the right time - futile and pointless - 'twas just not meant to be.
weiwei (: at 3:22 AM