Monday, March 29, 2004
It is a terrible thing, time alone. Such is the paradox of the beauty of space, privacy and time. A paradox in my perspective at least, for i am my greatest enemy. Time alone means i share company with my very own greatest critique, and perhaps the worst judge of my deeds and sins.
How painful is it to reflect, to think and to ponder on the journey that has been my life for the last crazy 7 years for it all adds up into one of the most absurd, most emotional, most impossible roller-coaster ride in my many years to come. How awful is it to realise that till today, i still choose to live and hide behind my own illusions.
Truly temperance is not a person's best virtue. How i wish i was cast as the fool in a deck of tarrot. How painful is it to see, the view things all things upon the perpspective of impartial honesty, for the wielder of this virtue is normally subject to his own scales, and his own measurement of success and failure.
The voice that speaks but does not talk has become quiet.
The music that are friends and their laughter has grown quieter.
The heart that cries and its call to heaven for salvation has grown silent.
The lies that blinded are now the truth and my broken reality.
Posted by Jo