Freyja Griffin one day realized that she was born to die. But then, everyone else is too. So she decided to make do with her life

Monday, October 27, 2008

For You Bertie, on These So Called Pressures

We sat and talk, set apart by distance we were, but we sat and talk.
Me and my fears. You and these questions in your head.
It's perhaps not odd we uttered the same things.

"what are these people doing?" "why are they doing it?" "what am i doing?" "why do i do things the way i did?" "maybe because am unhappy right now? and thinking, perhaps if I did what they do I will be happy?"

How we crept slowly forward but feeling like we're quickly slipping backwards. How we're actually progressing but feeling rather more like retarded.

Perhaps it will cheer both of us if you let me quote a person we wish to be long forgotten (yet we keep eyes on from a distant corner, for we somehow still keep our pains alive inside):
"We're so alike we're like sisters."
"Let's continue this long trek together."
and finally,
"Friends makes me feel complete like a full circle."

Cheers, Bertie!


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