Time runs. Yeah, I guess that's what time does. It feels like time is running so fast around me, that I can't handle it anymore. But maybe it's just because I'm trying to stand still, I'm trying to be in the past and refuse to see what lies in front of me. I'm fighting the time. Trying to keep those memories alive, though my head keeps on telling me that they're dead. No, maybe long dead and buried for you, but a fresh wound for me. I'm trying to keep those memories alive, with their scars and their wounds. Painful, but alive.
You just went on, and sometimes it hurts to see you get up from that time oh so easily. I always love it when you smile and laugh, but it hurts the most when I know that your smile is not for me and your laugh is not because of me. And I don't even know why I'm still hoping for you. Why do I still bother?
I know I can't win it. No man can survive against the time. Not in this kind of battle.
Inka S
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*Iseng doang, heheh
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