“And the wild regrets and the bloody sweats,
None knew so well as I:
For he who lives more lives than one
More deaths than one must die.”
– fr. The Ballad of Reading Gaol, Oscar Wilde
(for Pochay: Unless you are the wind, attack no windmills.
For tougher battles ahead, conserve your strength.
Nothing is perfect; living is packed with ills.
One can move hills in more ways; live life full-length.)
you cannot escape the feeling
of wanting to live your life again.
there is every reason to try
for a start.
the roads you took
led to nowhere.
so much time you have lost.
on memories, you cannot live.
what you have done
cannot be undone!
you can only start
– between loving and unloving is feeling.
– between doing and undoing is thinking.
– between living and reliving is believing.
(c) 2006 Chito L. Aguilar