Tuesday, March 20, 2007
My heart is numb and has no feeling, So while I'm still healing, Just try and have a little patience.
I haf always wondered about this thing called passion. I believe that it is the motivation and starter of many things. Great glorious feats, silly stuff and all sorts of things. Another word for passion may be love. After all, what other thing can prompt people to achieve and surpass boundaries or stoop down to silly acts of infatuation.
It seems that when you're alive and flushed with love for something or someone, nothing can stop you. But when that passion wears off, you wouldn't want to even go near it. Weird, really weird. How could smth/someone you love so much that you'd die for turn into nonchalence?
Just walking along the streets in the dead of the night,
Hoping and hoping with all my might,
To catch a glimpse of you,
To say a hello,
for that's all it matters.....
Ohohoh
For there's only you, only you to bring me out of my shell.
All i want of you, of you is just your company.