Words for the Unspoken. Eulogies for the Past. Songs for things that may come.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
You will be forever etched in my memory however long ago been buried. Covered with layers of succeeding memories not related to you. But I would, sometimes, like a butterfly flutter my way to your tombstone where flowers lay. But you will not be unearthed. I will, am, as all other things in the world do, move forward even without me willing to. That's just how life is. The world turns and goes about its ways, regardless of the upheavals that lay before its path.
I was reborn on my 24th birthday. A Libran, they say, I have the innate ability to balance things. So I am a little of both, if you know what I mean. Words are my currency. But I am, still, fascinated by silence.
ABOUT MY BLOG. Just as there are mission and vision statements for newspapers, here's what it is for my blog: This is largely personal, for my friends and their friends' consumption. Nothing in this blog should be taken to mean as the position of the media outfit I'm working for. As its name suggests, expect some melancholy as you can expect some opinions. Expect fire as you can expect fear. Questions as there are answers.