Visited Grandpa's columbarium..
5 years have flown by since he passed..
how much i teared..
that gut-wrenching feeling..
no one expected him to leave..
he was one tough cookie..
everyone was expecting Grandma..
she was frail and always down with sickness..
we cared for Grandma..
neglecting Grandpa..
he suffered a stroke and never got up..
frailties of human life..
least when you expect..

Purpose of training is lyk frosted glass..
you can see a vague picture..
but the details can't be seen..
hope this vision clears up real soon..

Memories still flow..
perhaps their getting stronger..
but so have i..
what's the purpose of doing all these..
i'll live on..
no matter how hard it'll be..
and least i can say..
you're the girl i've loved so dearly..

What else can i still do..
everything i do seems helpless..
that gaping wound in my heart..
never healed..
will it ever be healed..
part of me gone..
will it ever return..

Life sucks..

Can sincerity move the heart..?
or is it just merely sympathy..?