tears

fustration burns in me like an unending story.. one to which i cannot remember the beginning and i see no end to. Its like a distant beat that does not evade the senses of my ears, a sound that repells any form of liking. *curses* yes, i am fustrated that u seek for me to be more matured and yet u shun me each time i say my piece. It may not have the years that you have engraved in the palm of your hands.. but it speaks of me.. my thoughts. and my years and you not wanting to hear leaves me falling thru a bottomless pit.. with the light at the end of the tunnel weakening each time u push me aside. Cld it be cos i am ur own.. or that i lack a certain wherearounds in my reads.. or that i walk to my destination instead of riding the fast track. or that i hurt u so.i koe not wad keeps you from me.. returning hu haas and hmmm.. upon my resisted comments. guess i too fear that if i say too much too fast.. we wld spin off yet another episode of cold shoulders. the last thing i need in my life now.

i'm sorry.. that there are so many wad ifs and i guess.. and i dont know.. its amazing how we have detoriated from where we used to stand..

and i know..this i do know.. i only have i to blame for that.