Puff of smoke 7.01.2004
there is a fear that haunts me. a subtle voice that speak in crazy tongues about failure and jeopardy of the heart. i try to push it out of my head but like your presence, it is all around me. and as these days grow closer too that day, the voice is getting louder, more forceful. but it will soon run out of breath because it is not match for your beguiling laugh and exuberant talk of things to come. so i think it's the one who's scared now. scared that the many years of harping and down playing are coming to an end. soon, it knows, it will utter it's last nasty remark and it will be gone forever.

like a puff of smoke...

_{Dished out by Anonymous more or less at 7:23 PM}