I am a wandering spirit tangled in the shit of this transient thing called human existence.
I'm the product of the things that have happened to me and the decisions I refused to make. I am nothing different than other people, I am pretty normal-- well, I thought I was unique back then but people started claiming they were unique too, so, hello reality.
Pausiu
Jio
Denielle James
Crisa
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
November 2008
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
August 2009
September 2009
October 2009
Time can pass by in a blink of the eye,
With each moment fleeting into the past.
Though each second cannot ever be regained,
Everything becomes a part of our memory,
Filling up our hearts to their fullest capacity.
The year which has flown by without halt
Feeling as if it only started yesterday.
Our perception utterly mislead in every way;
We are cleverly deceived by our own minds.
“I could have sworn that only happened yesterday.”
Time has passed us by in a blink of the eye.
Every moment shared, now a memory
Which we will keep within our hearts.
Although we may say “Goodbye,” for now,
We expect to see you again, in a blink of the eye.