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Friday, February 6, 2009
today.
i walked alone today.
down that lane that was once so familiar; that i once held so close.
it seemed as if your world was still next to mine.
i can still hear the faint whispers of those songs as i perambulated through the breeze - warmth with memories, yet distant and soft.

i reached out my hands today.
out to the air, as if the contours of your face was still within reach.
it felt just like i was still beside you.
i could swear there was a hint of your breath swept across my palm - gentle and heartfelt.

i sat by myself today.
alone at the end of the road.
i had forgotten how far i had came, nor could i remember how long it had been.
i seemed to be waiting but i couldn't recall what i was waiting for.
was it persecution? or was it forgiveness?
was i lost? or was i found?
was i staring at the sunset? or was i embracing the sunrise?

the burdens i had clung on along the way.
they had already etched too many burns all over me.
tears could no longer heal the scars that had already sunk too deep.
lament could no longer restore the world i once believed in.
time could no longer save me from the bindings of the past.

when i have realized all have been said and done, where can i go from today?

9:54 PM, i wrote.
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