Sunday, April 25, 2004
The Past. And the past it will remain.
Sweet, beautiful, sick or shit.
Bitter reality, that if ever changes,
Forever bears an ugly scar.
Take heed, my dear friend,
That the only thing to be done is
to brace yourself for the future.
The Future. However uncertain, but yet,
Chance favours a prepared mind.
Be it pain or joy or even nothing at all,
Look each new day in the eye.
If love comes, then welcome it
Turn our own expectations and empty hopes away at the door.
No expectations then no disappointments.
The Past has two faces- the beautiful and the ugly.
Of the Ugly, be glad that only in the past they exist.
Only up to you not to step in the same dark trenches
-Ever again.
Remember them well,
But never upon them .. dwell.
7:25 PM
