My Pink 5ive
Tuesday, February 20th, 2007Hours and hours passed by as if it will never end. Anticipating for what must be the greatest phenomenon we will ever see. Waiting… You struck to me like neon caught between my eyes pulling each and every strand of hair that has cling to what every memory of you I had but not letting go of it…no matter what. The last flicker of a dying candle light is gradually decreasing with each breath I take leaves me breathless by the images of you. Metaphorically speaking, you’re blaster is hot enough for me to handle but nothing keeps me from persevering from getting close to you. Just to be close to you. Listening to your soundtrack makes me nostalgic. It’s better this way. Even greater than they. The last ounce of energy that you wield maybe the first for me channeling to my body like a cycle that never ends. Like a loop of vortex that has been scribbled with your name in it. Forcing my way through you only to find myself apologizing…sorry!!! But what moves me now is you…only you!!!
