Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Splinter flame.

My hope now is like the title. Spontaneous, bright and yet short lived. How many splinters do I have left? When will I finally get some firewood? I may have to wait.

It pains me to see ones of which are waiting to rejoin us stopped by barriers, yet, one could only ponder what does life take oneself?

And here I am, trying to accept all that has happen. Next year to look forward to? Barely one month has passed, so no point hoping.

I long to see "that" day come.

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