Wandering Love

A promise fall in promised wake,
A lover's soul did leave and take.
Vain, a promise heart did make,
A lover scorned in lovers' wake.

Who was to know if they were true,
Vows so cast as lovers do?
Liars need those hearts so few
Which sow for truth as liars grew.

Perhaps, no truth, perhaps, no lie
Could pull the hook from anchored sky,
But eyes all virtue thrice defy
As glances send the heavens fly.

Post 100!!! I'm not sure if this is supposed to be an upcoming (now occuring, soon to be past) given for a devoted blogger, or simply a landmark that we all sleep by. Yet, still it must be a landmark. All numbers are one kind of landmark or another, whether a dagger in the eyes or a dagger to the eyes.

Fail

I seem defeated. It's not as if I've lost anything or won anything. It's simply that I didn't try, and therefore I have faced defeat in the face of my own awful ambition. It's a rather horrible aspect of life, like facing your past self over and over again until the future finally rears its ugly head and drives all beasts of the past and present far away because it's so horribly new and fresh. I do find time considerably slower, even if I'm wasting it away. How very dumb of me to be doing that when there are so many better things to do. Perhaps I should try writing, even if I've let go of just about every thread that I've had in the past month in either panic or utter sloth. Both seem so wrong.

Mother's Day didn't go so well. Apparently my Chinese typing was not appreciated, as my mother would rather see me write in Chinese. It's one of those things that has been stapling pains into the back of my head right now, even if the bulletin board in that area's quite outdated and useless already. There seems to be nothing that I can do about it. I would only look more pathetic if I sent my mother an apology about the gift.