Sunday, May 23, 2010
Sorry...
I hope You are not reading this. It is an apology I could never give to You in person, so...
For not congratulating You cuz I was unaware of Your achievement;
For Your Momentary Lapse of Respect in me;
For hesitating when You asked to call me;
For my bat-like blindness to Your issues;
For being a lost child to get Your attention;
For The Beautiful Letdown I caused You;
For being a conceited self-centred prick;
but most of all, forgive me
For getting over You; cuz if I hadn't, I might actually have meant the rest of this apology.
For not congratulating You cuz I was unaware of Your achievement;
For Your Momentary Lapse of Respect in me;
For hesitating when You asked to call me;
For my bat-like blindness to Your issues;
For being a lost child to get Your attention;
For The Beautiful Letdown I caused You;
For being a conceited self-centred prick;
but most of all, forgive me
For getting over You; cuz if I hadn't, I might actually have meant the rest of this apology.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Who, me?
How badly did my 12th class change me? What sorta crises did I go through to have been slowly and surely changed from the person I was in 11th to the person I'd become...?
Rereading who I was back then makes me ask myself, "who, me?" How could I have changed so drastically!
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Thank You
"... for all the times we what-else'd..."
An arbit train of thought brought this to mind. So arbit that without context I doubt I'd know what I am thinking about here.
And ya, I dare not spell out the context here.
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