something is getting to me.
its creeping up and under my skin;
its eating into my flesh;
its drilling into my bones;
getting me right deep down to my soul.

i feel unwell, mentally. the pounding in my head just keeps coming back when i'm alone and undistracted. like the withdrawal symptoms from rehabilitation. but there are things not worth being rehabilitated from. so my question is, what's this addiction to? maybe i just wanted to feel more wanted. perhaps i just want back my past. now i know why the elders are always saying, time waits for nobody. once lost, considered gone. the more its delayed, the more diluted it becomes.

i once told someone, friends are like pebbles in the path of life. they come in all shapes and sizes, big or small, smooth or rough, pretty or down-right ugly.. these pebbles you (or i) pick up, and sometimes we throw them away for reasons. but life keeps us walking and walking, further away from those pebbles we cast away. do we make a detour to search for them? would they we worth the search for? where would they be? but i guess no one's gonna answer all these questions for me.

...therein the patient must minister to himself. -William Shakespeare

Waihong, unanswered.