Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Descant of Joy

Somehow I had managed to crawl back into my very own sanctuary.

I have survived another day, I said to myself.

The sun has make me suffer. It burns me and I nearly succumb.

The miseries of the past have reawaken and with its wake comes the pain, depriving me of my strength.

All I want now is to simply rest, and rest, and rest. Until the fatigue have fade away, I shall not be disturbed.

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