RodKris

This is a story of a girl who lives up the hill
this girl once dream of leaving the small town to find a man of her dream

Then one day the girl found, a precious rare find,
he was a guy from down the hill, a hunter well defined
he hunt his way up the forest every fortnightly,
till one day he saw her, her long skirt sashaying,
he offer his help and they became friend
what started out as friend eventually turned romance

one day the buy confess, his feelings for her,
he did so by curving the initial of that girl
the girl would never know, cos the feelings never show.
the guy din admit it, just more than friends or so

many years to come, one day the boy stop showing
the girl waited under the tree, same time, pondering
she din know why, yet she din want to ask
for reality was cruel, something just dun last.

and then i stop composing... some story comes with a sad ending, i learnt today some things aint always how fantasy turns out to be, something are made the way it is as it creates that illusion and encourage us to grow up.

yet when we do grow up, reality sink in, many things are done against our free will, irregardless of our feelings.

we begin to socialise into the human being we were made to be, conform to the values and norms that is attached to a group or role in which we participate in ( this are straight out from my sociology paper taken hrs ago)

i feel like a selfish person whenever i do things that upset others, yet i feel so sorry for myself if i live in a misery that ultimately declare my life.

i know letting go now proves a better future, yet i am holding on to this thing so tight, and this thing is feelin suffocated.

gosh,, i m messing up even my own life.. i cant seem to follow what my heart is thinking, thus the garbage words u see here..

get a life Kristal