SlashLately that ass of a melvin has been scratching(clawing) me everywhere. =.= Now my right hand has all these red marks.
Bio! Omg sheep heart dissection! =O Poor Mr. See lost his voice ytd from the canoeing. =D Well it was fun though, Edward kept trying to cut through the tendons and I stuck my finger everywhere. Was glad when I came out of the lab for fresh air. (=
Geog, stupid. =O
Other than that...
Changed for ncc.
Ate lunch.
Went to ncc.
Went for NDP rehearsal.
Got totally wasted in the sun.
Went back home.
Ah, what a boring life. =D
Last night I was thinking,
But my thoughts were just drifting.
Maybe I just can't do this again,
Maybe it's too late yo make some ammends.
Realise a pattern
Remember Manhattan,
And all that resided
Within our song.
Only right now do I see,
Downright idiotic is me.
Oh why did I need
To think for so long.
One fine Thursday,
Someone's special day.
There, to you I said:
"I'll take care of you today."
I tried to make the best of that day,
We walked and watched, laughed and played.
On that day two little circles crossed,
But you went away and I was left lost.
Once in awhile two circles intersect,
Emotions and feelings down there start to act
In motion, but when they would cross paths no more,
I would still be feeling these feelings that.
That I
Felt.
Before.
Oh she wished.
She wished she could,
Turn the hourglass,
Whenever she wanted to.
But life is an hourglass glued to the table,
And the table is stuck to the floor.
The floor is cemented into the foundation,
To make sure she wouldn't try turning the glass anymore.
She takes a sword
And in a desperate dash.
Swings the heavy blade,
Hoping that it would slash.
Through the wood,
But it fails.
The blade falls off the handle,
From far I hear a wail.
Passing through doors,
Looking for the source.
Looking day and night,
It was everywhere and yet right.
Right in front
Of.
Me.
Life is an hourglass glued to the table,
Thoughts of stopping it are but a fable.
But one day I'll prove it to you,
Prove through the storms and the peaceful dew.
That I'll lift that hourglass,
Turn it around.
Just for...
You.
Someone's birthday,
On a Thursday.
I thought I could
See.
That the one,
Destined for her.
Was never
Me.
Never ever,
It was never
Me...
My heartful days,
All returning back.
Reminiscence of,
The thing I lack.
And now I get.
She has distress.
I have the hopeless longing.
There, we'll accept the sorrow.
For this is our;
Our precious, treasured place.
I wish I may,
I wish I might.
That one day I'll see her,
In the beautiful light.