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Desolation

11:51, Monday, 21 April 2008

Life is boring nowadays.
I hate to say it, but I'm starting to miss regular trainings.
Both SJAB and debate.
Well, it's like, these two things were what gave me a purpose and a target in life.
With both over, there is nothing that I can channel my energy into.
I know, I should spend time on studying.
But simply studying does not give me that satisfaction that I usually get after a hard day at training, because I know that I can put in my best and give it my all.
The only subject that I exert my full interest in is chemistry, but it's starting to get bleaker every day.
The hole in my heart just gets bigger every day.
And it hurts.
.
life is
emptiness
merely a shell
without a goal
commonly known as a
purpose for living out life
to its fullest
and investing one's efforts
for fruitful means

this goal gives reason
for living and breathing
in cumbersome ways
but are worth it
anyways

i sit still
upon the balcony
my goal uncompleted
and a hole in my heart
gazing out into the clear blue
known as Mother Sky
i blink through the fresh tears
and ask myself
the long dreaded question:
"is this really the end?"

at the end, there really is
no end
but simply
new beginnings
but memories, no matter
how treasured or nice
that's all they are
and nothing more
.
Celebrate Me Home

Home for the holidays,

I believe I've missed each and every face.

Come on and play one easy,

Let's turn on the love lights in the place.

It's time I found myself,

Totally surrounded in your circles.

Oh my friends...


Please celebrate me home,

Give me a number.

Please celebrate me home,

Play me one more song.

That I'll always remember,

I can recall whenever I.

Find myself too all alone,

I can sing me home.


Uneasy highway,

Traveling where the westerly winds can fly.

Somebody try to tell me,

But the man forgot to tell me why.

I gotta count on being gone...

Come on mama!

Come on daddy!

Hear what you want from me yeah...

I'll be strong and

I'll be weak...

Please celebrate me home,
Give me a number.

Please celebrate me home,

Play me one more song.

That I'll always remember,

I can recall whenever I.

Find myself too all alone,


I can make believe I've never gone
I never know where I belong

Please celebrate me home,
Give me a number.

Please celebrate me home,

Play me one more song.

That I'll always remember,

I can recall whenever I.

Find myself too all alone,

I can sing me home.




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