Sunday, December 23, 2007
the next cycle
my excitementgood old times in present
the smile , the laughter and the little touch
arguments of insanity i wish never ends
my surprise
an appreciation for the change
sweetness delivered in a such unrecognisable ways
yet it carries with it a touch of familiarity
my fear
a blast from the past
repitition of mistakes and running back in circles
leaving again as always happens
again...
and different...
sweeter...
yet more to fear...
difficult...
but loving every minute of it.
