![]() I’m no superman No, not the Man of Steel I bleed and hurt of flesh and blood But i care just the same i wish you were here with me tonight YAO FEI LUO seventeen Phoenix Hypernova Zenith Innova sky_scorpion5@hotmail.com where voices speak |
Sunday, September 07, 2008
every era has a song (maybe a few) that marks its existence. a sound that moves time backwards to the feelings to the surroundings to the experiences. a melody that freezes the body in time but the heart and soul ever so active. these music marks the periods of my life. these music signifies who i am. anw, ive been talking before about wanting to go back into the past to relive what had been there. well i guess for once i now feel that there is nothing for me to go back to. not refering to the period of time. its something else. suddenly there is the inexplicable sense that one is but a passing memory. well macbeth once put it this way when he described life. "tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day to the last syllable of recorded time; and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. out, out, briedf candle! (and my favourite part) Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. i'll make every second count; 10:52 AM |