It is much like having a thief chase you down the street, knowing that eventually you'll run out of road and have to face something inevitable. But in the haste of running, we so often overlook the tiny alleys we could have dodged into, thus saving us that fate. We would have noticed them, had we taken little more than 2 seconds worth of time to be logical, rational, unemotional.
But we don't do we?
And so we keep running, down the street, on and on, until he catches up with us. And then he robs us of many things that we hold dear, taking as he will. After all, anger is a relentless pursuer, one that will not give up until he has had his fill; and he is certainly one who knows how to get it.
Hate is a strong word.
I hate fallouts.
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More than once, I have wished for the capacity to be unemotional, to dodge into the small alley if only for a second, to get off the path of that the fierce wave.
I have paid, emotionally, for such mistakes. I hate fallouts too.
To suffer for your emotion, or to never suffer again for your lack of it.
Hey Samuel Wong,
Like your certain stuff you have here boy. But remember me?
Victor Tan Khai chien here. The guy from BP, now I'm hiding in Subang. Well, studying.
Alright. Catch up with me boy. vic2r7an@gmail.com
www.vicjamm.blogspot.com
Peace. :) Never ignorant.
Hi!
There once was a boy named Samuel
And he started blogging
But after a few months,
He started stopping.
Why oh why have those blogposts ceased to flow?
We miss them so, doesn't he know?
Doesn't he realize that when his sister reads them, her face lights up aglow?
Has he stopped blogging?
Oh no, oh no!!!
I'm sorry if I've commented too much on your plight
I'm a budding poet, see, and I need space to write
So make me happy, write more and I'll be clapping
And maybe...I'll even stop spamming! =)
Thou has reached the end of my poem and thou deservest a good hug for reading it with infinite patience, my dear.
Love you, Sam!!
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