I bask in the memory of those orange afternoons when the tires run smoothly on a sun-kissed asphalt. My heart just stared blankly at everything, unabashed, silent and roaring.
- Kimmy Bureros, 1996

Digging deep

June 25, 2007

How many times…

Have you felt your stomach scraped off and emptied after hurting someone and missing them after?
Felt drained to the brim after achieving a dream and losing a lifetime treasure at the same time?
Given yourself too much away and felt monstrously terrible inside?
Spoke empty words, nod mindless gestures and stayed afloat amongst a hubbub of people and situations?
Made yourself and everybody else believe that you breathed vibrant colors of life, when you know that deep down you were barely alive?
Felt impelling vein-breaking, tongue-tied sure you're being 100% true?
Felt anything at all?

How many times?

Then, you start counting…

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