how can i put into words the exact sentiments that i have? sometimes i do not even dare to begin for i am afraid that i may not be able to do ample justice to it. Yet, i know that i must try, because too often we only have words to convey how we feel, behind them lying a quiet desperation, beseeching others to understand.

perhaps you are able to sympathise, or even emphathise greatly. but of course we are all aware of the truth that at the end of the day, your shoes fit you and no one else. tell me, when you look into each others' eyes, can we truly see what lies within.

the battle of choices isnt always a battle because there is an obvious victory before it even starts but that's not for lack of trying. we will ourselves to toughen up, so that the ultimate impact, should it ever be bestowed upon us, will affect us far less greater than it will now.

but it's a lonely fight all the way.

can you understand what i'm saying? probably not. it's too complex for even me, the author, to comprehend. emotions should ideally come without complications. *snorts*
unfortunately, nothing ever exists in its purest, empirical form. there will always be the arrival of new people, the changing or the varying of situations.

there's this saying. 'deal with your own problems, before you try to undertake others' . unfortunately, when the tree of relstionships, you had better pray that you are expertly skilled at multi tasking.
as the tree grows, roots might strengthen, but leaves and branches become even more exposed to elements which you bravely fight, but sometimes lose.

looking after the tree itself isnt any use. you have to keep and eye and an ear out for warning signals. one storm, can successfully uproot a tree.

is this paranoia speaking? no. it is merely a matter of fact manner that is accepting of the truth.

donkeys will try to take a chomp out of the tree. even bird droppings can ruin the idealistic picturesque view that has been painted.

most of the times, you're just a lonely farmer labouring on. you admire your tree, you're proud of it. but he cant keep those donkeys from returning, because like the farmer, they also see the beauty of it all.

and that. is the sad truth of life.
sometimes, no one leaves you alone.