This is the aftermath.
The aftermath of a certain www.diornikkie.blogspot.com.
How in less than 2 minutes, a guy turns suicidal.
It's weird, how even history could be such a weapon.
When time catches up in the wind, brings everything back up.
It's like leaves in autumn.
I shouldn't have mentioned "leaves".
Why does it hit me so badly?
Does anyone know why this space in my heart never moves on?
*Sigh. So much for asking.
It's always the blog that hits me so badly.
No matter how much i try, i fall.
If i only had a second chance.
I would make sure, even if its only a minute. I would make things pure.
Make sure every second is worth her lifetime.
I can't let go. I really can't.
If fate wants it this way, fate can have it.
I surrender the fight. I'll hit the crosswinds, and see where the future takes me.
I surrender. You win. I'm not strong enough.
My...past, my present, my future. It's yours.
To the blogmaster of www.diornikkie.blogspot.com.
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