I wanna forget how to read,
I wanna forget how to write,
I wanna forget how to smile,
I wanna forget how to live,

Forget Life?

But she won't leave me, my constant companion. We sit on the windswept garden chair, sometimes we cry, we dream. Some we cherish, some we don't.

My love, pain. She’s been there all through these years, keeping me warm in the December days and she'll probably be here after I am gone too...Each time I leave her on her own, I can't but smile at the thought she'll probably be here with her open arms waiting for me each time I decide to come back....Now isn't that a happy thought...

:) Damn! I feel alive.

P.S. I know what u guys are thinking....and no it's not about anyone....