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underneath the stars
It is all very well, when the pen flows, but then there are the dark days when imagination deserts one, and it is an effort to put anything down on paper. That little you have achieved stares at you at the end of the day, and you know the next morning you will have to scrape it down and start again. ~Elizabeth Aston
Sunday, 6 September 2009
Bittersweet
15:45

It's difficult to explain how I feel now. There's some sadness, maybe a tinge of regret mixed with bitterness, and possibly a sense of 'yes, I did the right thing'. Making the decision to come wasn't the hardest part; It was what came after when I was here. What do I say? Were those the words you wanted to hear? Was I even the correct person to have came? No answers, just questions -- questions which seemed hardly relevant now, but would have made all the difference. I'd like to think that I have made the most of it, and that the three days would have changed something. Maybe it did make a difference, maybe it didn't. Who knows? Either way, this chapter is now closed..

-- Written on the bus back from J.B.
~Zhongy~


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