:: My wall ::

its a fruitless attempt to rationalise the irrational.
even talking to the wall seem to be a better option, considering the fact that at least the wall produces an echo.
i was told to smile like i used to. the smile with sparkle on the eyes n a glow on the face.
and the mask that i've put on to conceal that fragile little heart is wearing off day by day.
and she told me.. u transparent u noe.
most think i am strong inside and outside.

the projection of the strength as many claimed I possessed had been caused by constant denials.
blind patience i say. and a tinge of stupidity.
the outcome is independence. too much of someting is not a good thing.
like too much of independence and freedom granted to u until u no longer feel your importance being in someone elses life.

maybe our values change.
maybe we are too goal driven.
that our ambitions are our main concern.
that our success are what we just care about.

because sometimes, all it takes is a minute of the precious time to look into each others eyes,
strengthening that bond and love we had and use to share
before continuing the race towards our personal goals.

its been a good roller coaster ride.