Monday, November 1, 2010

Red spots keep appearing on my body as if it was a punishment for the grave sin I've committed.
Maybe I really deserved it. Yet no amount of red spots on me could be sufficient to offset the mistake I've made.

First you feel numb, then you feel like crying. Somehow, nothing is coming out. There is only emptiness inside you. You sit and stare into space. You wonder if everything is gonna be okay.

Guilt, shame, remorse sinks in. You know you can't hide it anymore.

Killer words stabs your heart again. This time it hurts even more.

So you hide yourself in your room. Lay on the bed staring into space. Time passes, you're still foolishly staring. Night falls, still looking.

"What could she be doing?" you ask.

"Maybe, just maybe. A glimmer of hope may appear amidst all these darkness." she answers.

What could I be hoping for?
Who am I trying to kid?
How is hope still possible?
Where could it be?
Why am I still searching?

I don't care about what others think.
I care about what you think.

1:40 AM