we've all grown up, haven't we?
the times of laughter, the fun, the adventure - and now?

dead silence.
awkward speech.

the cold, cold silence.

such irony.
the eternal chase for acceptance gnaws at my fat-entombed bones everyday - but yet i know im accepted and loved.
the feeling just doesn't go away.

i'm still stuck in the past - and it's not about the transformers and comics.
the little spark of hope that the good times would return somehow - restoring things to what they were.




the times when innocence was still a virtue and not a curse.
the times when infamy was frowned upon.
the times when money was not an object.
the times when friendship still meant something.
the times when a pretty face would only get you so far.
the times when being a brother meant that one would stick through thick and thin.




times and people change - some bridges have to be burnt, some have to be built.
problem is, how do i know which ones?
granted, answers come - but i'm not sure which answers are the answers i seek.


the stage is set, the actors cast, the script set in stone - does one resist against the inevitable, try to stop the unstoppable, try to move the unmovable?
does one resist change?

the overwhelming desire to change, to evolve; the desire to bloom.
some things change for the better, and some things change for the worst.
some things can bring joy, but can also bring pain.




the rafflesia is beautiful, but the stench from it nauseates.

the rose is beautiful, but yet its thorns draw blood.

the eagle is majestic, yet it hunts the innocent.

the flames provide warmth and light, and yet they burn and destroy.

the sea provides life and food, but yet it drowns and demolishes.



...
loving and caring for someone can be beautiful, and yet it can kill you slowly from the inside.


it's finally time to take up the torch.
the ropes are snapping.
the links are breaking.




going



going



gone.




it is done.
the battle is won.

but.. what have i lost?