A White Pebble

Mornie utúlië (translation : darkness has come)

That is how I feel tonight. Life brings you through the dark caverns every now and then. Mine is to walk through this lonely highway ahead. The old school days of friends were so much fun... It should be a faded memory by now, yet it still lingers on. Perhaps my subconscious still clings to it, as a faint reminder of the good days of old as a result of the hellfire I go through now. I've bid my farewells of old countless times, yet I've never made peace with it. It's like an old wound that never perfectly healed. Realities are harsher than what we would like to think. Attempts to build bridges have come to failure. I prefer to think that I do not know why, rather than accept the bitter truth. Yes, that is living in denial but it's something that makes life a little more bearable. Maybe, just maybe I'll be permanently doomed for the dark lonely road for years to come. Yet there is still hope not lost... there are bridges under construction and bridges which are to come. And for those of you who *might* get the wrong idea, I'm not talking about a girlfriend. I'm just talking about finding sincere and genuine friends, a real rarity nowadays. Many of them are just out there to leech of you, while others are friends for the sake of civility.

And last, but not least, this is a tribute to those of my past :


We had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone
We had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone