Friday, December 24, 2010

l pray. And then, fear. But not remorse.

I am afraid. That maybe myths are true. And if they are, and if I prove that they are, then t'is the end of life as we have known it to be.

Praying on and on without a miss, but perhaps too late.
Keyword: LATE.

Which brings forth fear. Yes. Fear. But not remorse. Because although I am not ready, I will take it as it is.

So with all the symptoms, I go for the ultimate test. And I pray.

An adult action. An adult mistake. An adult consequences.
I am not an adult. I am only a girl.

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