Wednesday, December 03, 2008
I am wounded... Plucking arrows and knives from my back everyday. The old ones go away, some remain but new ones keep stabbing me. I can almost see my blood flowing freely, leaving tracks wherever I go.
I need a shelter, somehow, somewhere... I need bullet proof vests and durian shells.
Meanwhile, please do not pat me on the back or touch my back. I'm afraid your hands will be smudged with my blood or push in the arrows further in.
I am not as strong as I seem but I am not that fragile as well, I shall lick my wounds and fight the war. Beware and look out for me. A Leo will not admit defeat easily and shall roar because he is the king of the jungle. Hear me roar...
Brenbren at 12:12 AM