(3:35 pm, 29 Oct 2003)

I wonder for how long one can pretend,
that the fear of failure,
can strengthen hope
or the despair of loneliness,
can nurture friendship
or the denial of limitations,
can strengthen efforts.

Motivation, internal or external
withers away as time slips by.
All dreams fade into nothingness
and dark silence envelopes all life,
as the moon steals away all light
in the climax of an eclipse.

Whether it is me or them,

whether it is all by design or chance,
whether it is bitter reality or mere perception.
it is hard to handle still,
it is difficult to bear,
it is painful to be here. . .today.