~ Ephemeral Visage ~

They're back From time to time, phantoms from the past will catch up with you, and from there you realised, just how much you've moved on. Most of the time, you feel so proud of yourself. Other times... you wonder why they've come back. They were the ones who'd left you then. But then, why do you care...? They can't hurt you anymore. So it doesn't matter now that they're back and you're all friends again. Or can they? Will they work into your little heart again and hurt you once more? Will they melt your heart by saying they're sorry for all the stuff they've done? They're sincere indeed. You feel it. But do you just refuse to acknowledge it, or you hurl all defences out of the window and gift them a 2nd chance? It's all a test of the strength of the mind. Yes, sometimes it does work out the 2nd time. But being a cynic, I can't help thinking what those chances might be. I can't see the future. But I can hear my intuition screaming...

Kite Flying Sometimes... we give too much. We get tired of contributing. We hope to be able to get any amount of reciprocal. Just that nitty litty bit, to justify that all the givings weren't out of folly. Sometimes... we are too understanding. When we see them so tired, so in need of help. We don't bear to ask them to do things for us. We know it's the right thing to let them go home and rest. It's not right to ask them to do things for you, no matter how much you yearn for it. The art of give and take reminds me of kite flying... u gotta tug and release at appropriate times, and depend on the feel of the string tension. Too loose your kite will tumble; Too tense the string will snap. Don't tug nor pull, our kite will always remain at that height. If you're lucky enough the wind's persistent. But we all know the wind won't always stay around... so gotta catch winds on a higher path by flying higher. Sigh... I don't feel like kite-flying anymore. Wis...