Being Me

I love going thru old photos, reading old notes, browsing old cards, listening to old songs, missing old frens, thinking of past loves, singing old songs, playing old tunes and watching old movies.

Wat was meant to be a housekeeping for my lappie ended up a good 2 hours of reminiscing.

I have aged, memories have faded, things have changed, some others have moved on.

Not many will understand how I keep some things close to heart. Being sentimental is my soft side, a contrast to my strong-willed exterior. I will cry alone, drink myself silly and have 'strange' outbursts when I am emotionally drained. Violence used to be a cover-up job, age have mellowed the devil since. Nonchalence is my defence towards fragility, anger is my expression of concern. Harsh words are never meant to hurt, bluntless never a loss of sensitivity. Always listening, always thinking but never doing enough. Quick-witted enough to bail myself out but always choose to face dangers foolishly. Can be one's best buddy, can be a buddy's worst critic. Loves to make laughter for all, hates laughing for myself. Quietly remorseful, freakingly stubborn. Always good, sometimes misunderstood.

'I seek a heart to pound in sync,

to shelter my sorrows, to pardon my sins.

When one's lost and darkness sink,

her love brings light to another Spring,'

~ Sam G