living is dying

i live in a hell i crafted for myself
where masked faces conceal love
where artificial beauty outshines the genuine
where loneliness becomes an indulgence

in this place i find refuge
i wish to die in this hell too

To *CIRE

Tonight got me missing the wonderful times we had -

Singing in Kbox, drinking and you sleeping over at my place, playing Need For Speed on PS2, playing pool ... ...

It also got me reminiscing the great things u did for me -

Calling me everyday during your lunch time, being concerned when I was too busy to return calls, listening and giving advice while i poured my heart out, always being on my side protecting me, keeping my secrets ... ...

I did not forget the love and friendship we had and I want to keep them alive.

Routine

At 12a.m. I dread having to wake up the following morning.
At 6a.m. I dread being a commuter.
At 9a.m. I dread losing my freedom for the next 9 hours.
At 6p.m I dread being a commuter again.
At 11p.m. I dread having to turn in early.
And the cycle repeats itself every single weekday.

Wonderful Traits Amongst Others

Love is unselfish.

She does not invade personal spaces.

Love is understanding.

She does not demand for what she cannot have.

Love is trusting.

She does not ask for the sake of assurance.

Love is forgiving.

She cannot bear to bear grudges.

Love is tolerating.

She tries not to lose her temper unnecessarily.

Love is courageous.

She takes insults graciously.

Love is self-sacrificing.

She does not care to save her own face.