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Friday, December 22, 2006'♥

-enigma-

it's quite silly really.
looking back, everything that happened didnt seem real after all.
this whole year has been such a blur . it as if i have been everywhere, but i have gone nowhere actually.
it's like i am back to where i was, only this time round , i lost so much more than i gained.
then again, i realised you can lose anything and everything,but your mind and sense of self.
and for all that i lost, i will never want to be who i was in 2006.

i dont remember alot of things anymore .the things i have done, people that i have met . now it's all a tapestry of vague edeitic images decaying with time.
feelings wane. memories fade.

it's like i am a carcass now. hollow through and through,with my sanity treading along perilously in a vortex we call time. time- where nothing and nobody can be a constance; whereno one ever stays and no one ever leaves.

lesson of the yr2006 : existentalism at its best where all you are/have is yourself.



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eloera jesusa woon.

she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight ,
with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //

the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.

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