Saturday, August 21, 2010
8:34 AM ●

Felt the hurt like a thousand bulls dashing across a remote street
damaging the fragile and delicate soil and vegetation.
It left me breathless, searching for help yet no one is there to lend
a helping hand. Tell me what should i do? Perhaps no one is able to.
Keeping the numerous thoughts to one soul named myself. In
doubt of letting others know about the existence of this world. It is
still kept within me. Green describes the current feeling. If you even
know what it means. In the long run, just how long could i tolerate?
I no longer know. But i will endure till the end of the battle. Even
knowing the result of an absolute defeat. To a point where revolution
will come and everything will be different. Hopefully the extend isnt
of a great one. Knowing something that i do not want to know bring
forth the thousand bulls. Now tell me again. How long will this continue?
Maybe you do not have the answer. I dont either. Let fate decides the rest
by itself. Bring me the key to the world and you will be told of the truth.

xxxxxx

( Run to the city. )