goodbye to you my trusted friend
we've known each other since we were nine or ten
together we climbed hills and trees
learned the love and abcs
skinned our hearts and skinned our knees

goodbye my friend
it's hard to die

i often ask myself questions. they may be directly related to myself or they could also be indirectly related to me and the things around me. do we seek answers to our questions? sometimes we do. often we don't. we like to ask. but we don't like to know the answer.

are you happy?

often times when we ask a loaded question, it comes back with a loaded answer. some answers are partial, some are superficial, some are hollow, others are lies. what do we do with those answers anyway. actually when we ask ourselves questions regarding certain issues, what we seek isn't the answers. it is the solution. and more often than not, if we resort to asking ourselves questions, we can't find any solution or that the solution cannot be worked out or that it takes more than anything to work it out.

what am i talking about? it's 2am and i'm hell tired.

there have been insecurities over a few words, fear over some actions. and it takes so much more to tear down the wall that has been built up higher and higher around me.

as you experience more and more in life, you realise how fragile your heart can be and you just wish you could hold it in your own hands but most of the time it's your own hands you can't trust.

it's reaching midweek of a nightmarish week and it's not even really started yet.

we'll get there.