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Thursday, February 16, 2006

 

If I was in a book, I want to be the ending.

 

 

                                                Yours truly.

 

 

            The sky was sending torrential rain over the past few days and often, I was sodden. The city was almost flooded as the water from the river rose rapidly due to the splashing downpour on Tuesday. The thunderous lightning was akin to flashing cameras… so near yet so far.

 

            My emotions sway swiftly like the volatile weather…

 

 

            To where it goes, I go with it.

 

                                                Anonymous.

 

            There were just too many things to fathom…to uncoil…to configure. I am merely an impotent human, all too weak to receive and swallow such tremendous lesson on my shoulder. My legs are too feeble and fatigued to continue walking. Thirst of salvation. It was similar to trudging in the desert and salvation was like the scarce drop of water… waiting for me to claim before it dries.  

 

            I remembered that it was a splurge of twitched feelings blended in a mixing bowl and it never halts until I suddenly feel jaws gnawing me slowly. So many incidents penetrating my mind and they were shooting bullets at me… weakening my defence. The defence that I’ve constructed to prevent from my downfall once again.

 

            But, surprisingly… my tribulation this time has nothing to do with anyone.

 

            It was a conflict from within. Or perhaps, it was more to an accumulation from the yesterdays. The only thing ringing in my head for the past 12 hours and 24 minutes were the two words: ‘Too much’.

 

            My brain was like the recording machine. Replaying the same message everyday.

 

            Press the delete button?

 

            I supposed, my brain was not created along with it.

 

            Worrier by nature and I’ve been living with it when mum brought me to this world.

 

            I’m learning.

 

 

            But, perhaps, it wasn’t enough.

 

            That is why, I am to be put through another test again.

 

            A test that perhaps, by the end of it shall be satisfying and helpful to me.

 

 

 

            Keep me in prayer.

 

 

 

 

 

           

           

 

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