Thursday, August 14, 2008
You're a changed person.
I feel that I do not know you anymore.
It is not a nice feeling.
Why must it happen.
It's really unbearable.
Who can help it.
Is it meant to be.
Should we compromise.
We are both sensible.
Aren't we.
Actions speak louder than words.
It's like a scooter moving.
Without any brake.
Aimlessly.
Finding a owner.
Who could put an end to it.
It could be forever.
But does it matter.
I think so.
Now, you tell me.
Are you too moving aimlessly.
I know I am.
But what can I do.
It's all planned.
Isn't it.
Haywire.
H.