zondag, september 17, 2006

I'm not usually like waterworks, but something inside me cracked today.

On the way home in the train,
the rickety gloomy train that takes me back to hellhole,
I couldn't control the wet trains of tears that fell.
Remembering bitterly the last time i cried like that -
when the mother left for home.

But that dull ache, oh that dull, throbing ache.

I felt kinda embarrassed so i threw my face in my hands for a while, and for the longest time let those demons make their escape.

Just when i finished composing myself and clayton rolled into view, i felt a light tap on my shoulder and turned and saw this tiny, old lady looking at me with the grayest of grayest eyes, with a pack of tissues in hand, asking "Are you all right?"

Somewhere, somehow, the hurting must stop..

i think its 12:07 a.m. now

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