Wednesday, November 05, 2008 @ 12:55:00 PM
Deleted
One by one, I pressed the delete button.
It doesn't hurt one bit anymore,
not a single bit at all.
It feels strange,
because I feel happy.
"You can bury your memories but don't bury yourself. Keep your memories in a book and place it in your bag. Someday, you'll board a bus and be willing to share this book with the driver. The driver will help you overcome your phobia, he will open his doors for you to leave the old bus stop that you have alighted, and bring you to a new place with new beautiful scenery. =) Of course, you must be willing to chat with the driver on the journey."
A hole was dug,
deep and dark.
One fell,
followed by another.
Three choices;
Climb out,
Stay put,
Dig further.
No answer.
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