til its finally over
perhaps i could now have my head up and confidently say, “the book has been closed and im done with its last page”. this is an epilogue. it is over now for me and to all those people i have inconvienced with the whims and the mischiefs i have had during one of my weakest point in time (yes, mind you, i were weak then), im sorry. on one hand, thanks pals for beating me up making me reliaze that partly, i have a fair share of everything - that it will always takes two to tango…
im done. im over. its over. the end.
however, i am not ready yet to start another book. i just want to enjoy the moment of idleness in my life and the solitude company of my ownself. i said it’s over but there were still debris of the past and the memory of the lines the story was made up. that i want to forget as i am lingering and wandering off all by myself…
