Friday, October 5 @8:55 pm
my second post after the op..
things have stabilised more now.. At least the pain is getting lesser and lesser...
yea..
nth much happening at home..
Nothing to do at home..
the boredom creeps into the very core of me..
So itchy..
the itch grows into my very own flesh..
Cant walk far..
the journey goes weary with every step i take..
The occasional fall..
each time i curse at my own failure to notice..
The pain..
so agonising that it is bearing down on me..
I think of all these.. and it crossed my mind.. i have gotten nothing but older and weary, through the passage of time and the journey of life as my body fails me as i have neglected it so..
forgive me not? old friend
we have fallen not once but many times, have we not?
and not once have we given in to the grim..
we have fallen again this time and we will tell this in the face of DEATH.
it is not your time yet
for this time!
we will stand up and fight
Then let us be rid of it... once and for all!
Amin khiluva lle a' gurtha ar' thar!!
The quest stands upon the edge of a knife.. old Friend..
Stray but a little and it will fail. But hope remains, if friends stay true
How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand there is no going back. There are some things that time can not mend. Some hurts that go too deep... that have taken hold?