“Half the life in reality, the remaining in dreams of the past”

I sit thinking on a stone bench, near a puddle, and throwing little pebbles, and those circles they appear and disappear

I wonder why…

Sometimes I don’t like to eat. Those dishes I considered delicious, has now become tasteless.
Days seem long as I see my watch often, and night seems to stretch endless as it’s filled with thoughts.
When I wanted to see u, I open my wallet and u sit there smiling, the distance never bothered.
When I wanted to talk to u, I simply spoke to my mobile and u understood whatever I said.
Whenever I am about to do something u don’t like, I stop it, because of your voice I could hear.
I hide something from u the first day but I could not the next day, because I knew, u wouldn’t bear.



I miss those days when my mom would touch my chin and comb my hair,
I miss those days when my dad hugs me whenever I hurt myself and cried,
I miss those days when my friend lend his hand to help me climb over a wall,
I miss those days when my sister taught me maths in which I had failed,
I miss those days when we wait for holidays to see each other and play
I wish these all these happen again, but never again it did.



-joe Daniel
First Started: 01/10/2006
Last edited: 15/07/2007