:: my fren chitern ::

am talkin to my pri sch fren chitern on icq...he's kinda depressed...yeah well... i dunno... he's in ns now n i guess the entire experience juz made his feelin of loneliness more acute...it's as though these people are trapped in their own little whirlpool of depression...only lookin to a transient "other half" to fill up their own emptiness. it's like they're lost without romantic love. these people....it's as though they're addicted to being in love for the sole n pure sake of feelin the "blissful feelin" alone. why would people be lik this? what would cause them to feel and live their life this way? what unconscious circumstance would propel people in this kinda direction? to yearn to love so as to fill up their own void?

he found this poem on the web somewhere...i guess the imagery evoked in me are quite powerful.

i like the second half better tho...and the last stanza is my fav.. =)

You took a gun to your compassion,
Slowly smothered me with hate.
Do you think about the future
And the fire you create?

With your hand upon my sorrow,
And your blade against my will;
Do you stop to wipe away what's left
Of the acid that you spill?

Is your mind possessed by demons,
Only suffering can dispel?
Did you think of who would catch you,
If by chance your reason fell?

Will in time your narcissism melt away,
To leave your sheltered core?
Or have you folded inside yourself,
No love left anymore?

Bring me closer to an answer,
As for an answer my heart cries.
But for every question that you answer,
Another question shall arise.