Wednesday, December 23, 2009
It's not true that I didn't let go of the stretcher that you were on during the last day because I perserve. I didn't let go of it because if I allow myself to let it slip through my hands, I should not have came to the camp in the first place. Because if I let go of it, I will break down everything that look so neat on me. If I let go of you, I renege my promise. I can't face myself. I can travel another metre, another kilometre, another and another... The destination can be invisible, depressing and hopeless. But if I were to ever, ever let go of the you, I'll make sure my motionless rotted body lie flat beneath you.
I'm sorry but I cannot be in Singapore on the post-Christmas day. I will be on a trip to South Korea. It is a fault on my part for failing to envisage this situation. But if I were to shift my trip to smother the camp, I know I will let you down to a bigger extent. I really hope to get you an appropriate gift though.
Studies before squad, you before me.
Fighting for Victory 6:53 PM
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