Thursday, January 17, 2008 @ 11:15:00 PM
Martyr

It happens daily without fail - I awaken feeling heavy, haul myself to wherever I must be and arrive home feeling terribly melancholic. The only thing that I ever enjoy is the bus rides where I have my ear phones jammed in my ears; one that eliminates all rackets from the outside world. I might be moving, but I am trapped in this fictitious world I had innocently created.
Intermittently I would catch a glimpse of cranes, with their feathery white coats, wings wide spread and soaring into the horizon. That's when I feel free, free off all encumbrances of this world. But as I reach my destination, this nirvana wears off leaving me cracked as the desert; heavy as the earths sorrow.
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Am I honoured or what? =DD
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