Friday, August 22, 2008
The Story Of A Flame
Secrets and irises open the door
To a pride of lions and murder of crows
No one knows how it begins
But I sure know how it'll end...
When they say old flames die hard, they really know what they're saying.. Okay, maybe the flame on that Olympic torch isn't that old, although it too die hard. And I would be lying if I were to say that I forgot my first love. Heh. That was way back then in late secondary 2.. Haha.. Monkey love. It was sweet as ever, though it was bitter-er than anything I've ever tasted. And I'm not blaming anyone for it's 'brevity'. We were all young and stupid. Okay, maybe not we, just I.
Yep, I don't think anyone really knows what love really stands for. It's definitely not for:
Look,
Observe,
Verify,
Enjoy.
Well, that's what everyone seemed to be doing.. It's more to it than just those 4 letters.. At that time, why can't it be:
Listen,
Overlook,
Value,
Encourage?
Oh well.. I guess we're too young to understand.. Maybe the term monkey see monkey do applies in this situation back then. Hmmm..
Maybe the flame of a friendship lasts longer than anything else.. It dies harder.
Note To Self:
i'm the same old me
you're the same old you
it's awesome that we're back
and i love the rain..
reminisced;
- 10:30 PM