Sometimes, it feels like someone else is living my life. The life that was suppose to be put on hold has now being played by someone else. What was mine once upon a time has taken on a new master. And I have come home to nothing. Things I thought I had now cease to exist.
Funny thing is, I have been warned and I did not heed its call. Like normal human beings trying to find my footing, I did not listen. Now, I'm flabbagasted (sp?) by its presence. Words pouring out in my head but when the time to speak comes before me; words are lost amongst the facade of femme fatale.
Two headed masters are out to play. Yet, I'm still trying to comprehand situations in history books. I'm not ready.
But who cares right?
Saturday, 8 December 2007
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