christmas eve.
on this rainy christmas eve..as i lose sleep over what i can't put my finger to..i start to realize that sometimes it's really not a matter of how hard you try.
sometimes how hard you try does not matter because what matters is if it's meant to be.
despite everything that you did you find yourself being flung to the ends of the boat
depending on the temperaments of the waves.
shouldn't i have realized it long ago.
it has always and it will always be about you.
perhaps everything was in vain and i shouldn't have tried.
it's times like this i don't know where to start and where to stop and where to draw the line and where can i.
christmas eve.
this marks the eight days i have left before going away for six months.
but somehow it seems to me there is a lot more packed in these remaining eight days than perhaps in the past eight weeks.
time is of the essence.
time is what drives between people.
time is what welds people together.
time is what destroys.
time is what heals.
time is what you can never outwit.
nice try.
perhaps next time.
sometimes how hard you try does not matter because what matters is if it's meant to be.
despite everything that you did you find yourself being flung to the ends of the boat
depending on the temperaments of the waves.
shouldn't i have realized it long ago.
it has always and it will always be about you.
perhaps everything was in vain and i shouldn't have tried.
it's times like this i don't know where to start and where to stop and where to draw the line and where can i.
christmas eve.
this marks the eight days i have left before going away for six months.
but somehow it seems to me there is a lot more packed in these remaining eight days than perhaps in the past eight weeks.
time is of the essence.
time is what drives between people.
time is what welds people together.
time is what destroys.
time is what heals.
time is what you can never outwit.
nice try.
perhaps next time.