This is my story...

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

It wasn't initiated anyhow. It wasn't signaled into my mind. The simple yet unwilling action just came 'true' somehow or rather. It was just directed towards the transparent piece of plastic, enclosed and sealed by the two corners, left with a top opening, waiting for it to be removed again...

For the past few weeks I wasn't on my own bed, I wasn't on my own home, I wasn't leading the lifestyle that I had before, I wasn't enjoying the comfort what most people had. But my mind was floating, time and again my dreams came back and forth into my head, with all the images I had when I was once with a 'simple' lifestyle.

No, I did not loathe the army. I got used to the lifestyle there, though it took a few moments, I finally settled down with peace in my heart, looking at the brighter side of regimental life. The dreams came back to tell me, how much I had done, how much things I had regret doing and most of it, the image never failed to have your as ever, brilliant and chubby face in it.

And it was the flaps of my pouches of my wallet which driven my sight to the images even clearer, even most significant, which lead to you, to your memories, to mine, to my memories... I wondered how important was it to get on with life, somehow I told myself forward is the way to walk and not to turn back to dwell onto what was left behind far away.

Removing them is a difficult thing to do. I just wanted to pour out what was in my heart now. I don't feel in grief, nor revengeful or some sort of negative feelings, because as far as I know, in this world, there will be better things for me to explore.

Open up my bloody eyes and things will be found around.

Rambled by kaSh at 12:44 am