These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)

memo 2.0

turn away. keep them out.
let not the coldness drive u 2 despair.
gain warmth from the thought that for every ebb there’s an overflow…

and so let go.
coz perhaps not until u do,
not until u walk away
will they ever really see

13th April 2003
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