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Tuesday, May 25, 2004

I penned this poem not long ago.. absorbing the surrounding elements and translating it into inspiration and creativity, is for me, a vital outlet to express my feelings.. this poem isn't exactly a piece par excellence, but rather it is a genuine work, serving as a mirror, as an insight, into the turmoil that that is growing within me..
here it goes:

A Retrospection

Thoughts lost in my strides
A mind shifting in and out of consciousness
I'm alone

This I so much desire, yet loathe
I want to be detached from everything
Yet i want to be found

The reality of it strikes me suddenly
Like a cold draft in winter,
Cutting into my flesh

The truth, like the forces of nature--
Relentless. Merciless.
My mind faces what seems to be an insurmountable hurdle

Struggling to make sense of everything
Trying to accept reality
I cannot wallow in fantasy, forever

Events took place just so quickly
Too fast for comprehension
Just but a hint of superficial acceptance

It is only in solitude and reflection
That we can detach our minds, bringing it a step back
To try to reassess our thoughts

A moment
Short, but sweet
In a lifetime.
Forever etched in my heart,
The brief visit of love

A wonderful feeling, almost surreal
Inexpressible by mere words
Our hearts speak best

Shards, just fragments remain
Of what used to be so delicately beautiful
i'm alone, picking up the pieces

Beautiful thoughts that are relegated to just memories
Memories that never fail to provide a gush of warmth
Grief, in reflection of what could have been
Memories will always remain as memories
Our paths have been chosen by fate

Arrivederci.

Julian tan


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