the begining of repatriation
In exactly one hour I will depart for north america on an ardorous journey of 60 something hours.
It's so quiet here, like time has been frozen. I feel as if this feeling of emptiness has coated the world in a muted blanket. It's only after my departure were the spell will be lifted.
I feel this dull pain in the deepest chambers of my heart. It's like a race, I'm always one step ahead of it. Like a foul stench that can be kept at bay when holding one's breath... but it's ardorous and artificial, one slip back to our natural tendency to breath and the odors will invade us and take control of us.
I would like to believe that we live in a world where love and friendship prevails and promised are kept. We are all attached by such fragile treads... but we must hold on. You only truly lose touch with someone when you stop talking to them on your part, when you, yourself give up. Sometimes I continue to email ppl I care about even after emails from them stop, at least this way the path of communication is always kepts, for without this channel (we we let go) it will end. Wouldn't that be a tragedy?
It's so quiet here, like time has been frozen. I feel as if this feeling of emptiness has coated the world in a muted blanket. It's only after my departure were the spell will be lifted.
I feel this dull pain in the deepest chambers of my heart. It's like a race, I'm always one step ahead of it. Like a foul stench that can be kept at bay when holding one's breath... but it's ardorous and artificial, one slip back to our natural tendency to breath and the odors will invade us and take control of us.
I would like to believe that we live in a world where love and friendship prevails and promised are kept. We are all attached by such fragile treads... but we must hold on. You only truly lose touch with someone when you stop talking to them on your part, when you, yourself give up. Sometimes I continue to email ppl I care about even after emails from them stop, at least this way the path of communication is always kepts, for without this channel (we we let go) it will end. Wouldn't that be a tragedy?
posted by fictitious at 11:38 AM
2 Comments:
Hello Cia. Wow, with you leaving Sheares, i guess it's pretty much everyone of our friends has left. It's kinda sad thinking that we all might not meet each other again in the future. Well, deep down in me, and i believe, all of us, would hope that we might though. In the meantime, i guess all we can do is to keep in touch, keep the fire of friendship burning. It's been a truly wonderful time having you here in Singapore and i am sure you will bring back all the good memories with you back tou your country. :)
Take care and all the best in all your future endeavours. Nice meeting you!
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