"If familiarity becomes a burden, its better to forget.
If relationship becomes a disease, its better to break.
That story which cannot be ended the way you want,
better leave it in mid at a beautiful turn.
Let the two of us be strangers once more."
So what is too much? How will we know is too much? Can friendship ever be outgrown of? Or should we fight to the end to maintain a friendship that was once beautiful, and is still beautiful now, but too hurtful to be sustained?
The wind was chilly, and kept blowing as I walked, and the rain that collected on my skin felt so good as it ran down my face and arms, and cooled further in the wind that broke against me.
I raised my face to the sky as I strolled, and the rain just hit my face, drop by drop, but in quick succession, and it was as if each individual drop took away my pain and slid down me onto the ground, and the wind took me in its embrace. And it did not batter me but caressed me with its chilly breath, stroke by stroke, and I felt the elements so strongly in that instance I wanted to just stand there forever and feel them for all of eternity.
However, I went back home, and found that my left eye had turned red. I guess it's because too much rainwater had irritated it. Actually...not rainwater. More like *acidic* rainwater.
Damn. The downside of walkin' in the rain in an industrailized country...
Saturday, May 17, 2003
Hm...now, lesse...I'm just testing out this first post...
Case
+switched off@10:26 AM