Whys And Wherefores
Monday, March 3rd, 2008Doubt pierced my eyes like needles and I can’t seem to contain my self still. I really wish it would stop staring, because it’s not for the reason I want it to be. But it never stop gazing at me. It never give me a second alone, to think, to straighten things out in my mind, which I admit is becoming jumbled with emotions and is mucked with confusion. It’s so hard to think when it’s there, sitting only a few feet away from me, glaring at me like the way it should be. I lived my life practically alone before but now these arms are yet to feel the shackles that are ready to be strapped in. I don’t think anything I’ve done thus far deserves such treatment. I don’t need her reasons, just the alibis to calm me down. Rage would fill me up and I would come back to myself only half aware of what had been going on, but the memories were too absurd to even consider and my imagination’s too deep to fathom. The more painful the story is, the more credible it’ll get. Furthermore, without going into all the whys and wherefores, focus on the present and strive unto the future.
