its been a year, exactly.
and it never fails to amaze me how i could verbalise thoughts the way i did.
or rather, my fluidity and languidness in writing has faltered.
due to disuse, that words have become foreign to me.

reminiscing today, with sheila in town.
these reveberent echoes of images threaten to crowd over.
and reading back, the pain courses thru my veins
burns within.

maybe all this time hasnt been enough.
and she asked me, you zhuan ji mah?
i really dont know.
i dont want to question, to hope, to ask.
the Lord knows, so im leaving it all up to Him,
painful as it is.

just study hard, for now.
i dont need distractions, and im still not ready-

as long as you keep reappearing.