.Wednesday, July 11, 2007 ' 7:30 PM
& my story begins
The hunter shoots his arrow. The swishing sound of the arrow enters your ear, like the ticking of the clock. The arrow, strong, resistant, penetrates through time and space. It is a stealthy worker, never leaving its trail. Time has passed.
It was the start of a new week , and we went to school with something, just something, at the back of our minds. There was no lesson that day, just a test. Fear was replaced. In its place was the feeling that if we had tried our best, the outcome was nothing to be ashamed of. I was right.
It came back today, the results. Much to my surprise, and ecstasy, the results were actually quite good! At the very least, I had proven myself worthy, though almost everyone did quite well.
Time never waits. It leaves behind sweet memories, or bitter-sweet ones that leave you reminiscing. You may regret the time you did something that should never have happened, or did not do something to salvage a mistake, but there are also times when you felt were the best moments of your life.
The steps of time,
trails of a sweet memory...
Laugh or sigh,
elsewhere you'll never find.
Late it may be,
at least the faults you now see.
Willing or not,
now, there's only a dot.. fullstop.