DYING

I've been fumbling lately on so many things. There's this night that i thought i was dying, i was so debilitated i couldn't even stand up. I was just lying on my bed and of course, crying. I was wailing out my grief to myself, ahh.. self-pity got the better of me ha... Good thing porpol dropped a line and and flushed the depression down the drain. It's been a week since this debilitation had taken place, and i know i couldn't win any attacks being made by this. I can only feel it skimming off the energy from my hollowed being. And who am i to dispute? All i can do is just commiserate to what fate has brought me, while wondering on the hindsight what the hell i put those who cared for me through.