*I know what I did hurts you so...*

Wallowing in sadness
Submerging in depression
Losing myself to insanity

Why is it that I knew whats happening and I purposely go do it?
Why am I that insensitive....

I know you'll be seeing the time stamp on this post..
I know I'm supposed to be tucked in bed...
But I can't sleep...
Recalling the fact that I've made you cry again today...
Your tears weighs down on my heart...

Excruciating Pain...
Dull Throb in the head...
Swollen Eyes...
Lump in throat...

Raining...
Everywhere...
In my heart...
In my soul...
In my mind...
In my eyes...

F R E E
Written by Corrinne May Ying Foo
Copyright 2004, Corrmay Gourmet Music (ASCAP)

I see the morning glory
It winds upon the tree
It tells the untold story of how things were meant to be
You saw the universe
Caught up in desperate dreams
You came and changed the ending
Changed it to save my fate
You led the revolution
You left your legacy
Embraced the struggle
in the face of mortality
I know I'm not alone in this
Help me believe

I can be free
I can be free from this place
Beautiful healer
Beautiful grace
Help me to see
Everything fall into place
Wake me from dreaming
No more deceiving
Break these chains

It's still the same old story
This great divide
Between the want and waste
And all the hunger inside
I heard the news today
Now I'm trying to find my place
I'm just a single voice
What can I do to erase

All this misunderstanding
All this anarchy
Six degrees of separation
Sometimes it's so hard to see
That we are not alone in this
I need to believe

I can be free
I can be free from this place
Beautiful healer
Beautiful grace
Help me to see
Everything fall into place
Wake me from dreaming
No more deceiving
Break these chains

3rd of June... a day for celebrations as it's Py's birthday... and it also marks the 32nd month anniversary of us being together.. cept that we are not anymore.

read my previous posts that I've blogged since the day i started the blog thingey, can't believe there are so many posts which somehow made me cry...

*love is like glass, hard and tough but ever so fragile... *

I hope to hold *my glass of love* in my hands as gently as possible as not to break it with too much force, and hold it carefully as not to drop it and let it shatter....

I write like I'm stoned... sleepy...