- Counting the days -

It started to drizzle again,
heavier this time.

I remember before the crock crew this morning,
the first drizzle was the war between cats and dogs.

It's 7 am in the morning,
I woke up the third time.

It's 730am,
Fourth time couldn't be better than the third.

Coulson and Richardson was at page 648 for a long time now,
I couldn't focus on the importance of this page.

I was once lost but was found,
I was once dead but resurrected by an inconvenient truth.

It was the hardest way to live this life,
By now, i have lost the will to live.

Listening to the drizzle is a pathetic way of thinking,
about things u can't let go in the past.

Holidays season approaching,
moodless is the word that would be the last word in New Year's Eve.

Drizzling sound often makes u wonder how wonderful God's creation,
But not today.

Counting the days from now,
30th November approaching.

It's the day i least want to go through,
and i wish upon the shooting star to make November 29 days.

Sometimes, it's better to close out mind and focus on something else,
It's best i can do that but i can't.

The days you were here and the days you weren't here,
is beyond our expectations.

Details, Distance, Drizzle and Dare.
All the D's are practically impossible to ask for.

One year have pass....
let our ways be separated for good.

November 7th, 2007