life


Life, it seems to fade away like an old painting, to the point of hiding. No matter how much we scrub, the brush strokes and the colors of life fade away until they become a shadow of the rich image they once were.Life, it seems to fade away to the point of no return, to be kept from the prying eyes of the worldm kept under lock and key in an old attic, until someone has the time and patience to restore it or sell it away in an antique store…

Life, for two dollars fifty cents.

Maybe less, if the bargain’s right…

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… and it said, “What is the matter, child? Why can’t you sleep?”

i replied, “I don’t know… sleep evades me these days.”

“Try counting sheep,” it said.

“Won’t work,” i said. “I’ve tried that.”

the night sang to me in a voice that soothed me… it put my demons to rest…

“I’ll keep you for life,” she said.

“Me too,” i said…

i slept soundly…

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…why is life so cruel to us when all we really did to it was call it a b***h…? As someone once sang, life says, “You can run, you can hide, but you can’t escape my love…”

Bittersweet melodies of a glorious swansong…

i can’t give up… neither can i win…

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Packing up your whole life in three bags – 22 years in 69 kilos – can get pretty depressing. I was going through my old books, certificates and files, and found so many memories. They came flooding back with a force that hit me squarely in the chest. The diaries I used to write in school, the sketches I drew, the stories I wrote, the weird doodlings on the corners of all pages and the “chits” I’d passed around with my friends in class took me back to a time when I was still innocent enough to believe that babies are couriered by Santa Claus from the North Pole. Now that I am mature enough to believe that there’s no such thing as the North Pole, I miss those days.

Then there are the people I’m leaving behind. Starting a whole new life without those close to me will be a challenge. I hope I can survive.

Packing up memories can be painful. Tearing up my old school notes stung my heart, but I knew hanging on to a past will not make the future go away. I’m prepared now. The challenge will be faced. The notes had to be torn, and new notes to be written. As I said, I hope I can survive…

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