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Friday, November 23, 2007
11/23/2007 03:43:00 PM


Distance.

It is a scary organism.
It separates friends apart.
It tears family up.
It makes love ones forget their spouses.

It is also a friend in disguise.
It brings together strangers from different nations.
It makes family members realized the importance of each other in their absence.
It makes the heart fonder when our loved ones are away.

Extremely ironical!
I hate the distance that separates, yet I love the distance that brought us closer together.

All 38 children are now distance apart from one another.
Some are physically closer to some than others.

We talked online.
There was no distant between us.
We talked about how life has been to you and me.
We planned for the next gathering.
We gossip about someone who is so close too.
The minute we go offline, distance will bare its ugly claws.

We played basketball together.
There was no distance between us on 23rd Nov 2007 @ 12 pm.
We left the coffee shop after lunch.
Distance starts to manifest itself as we start seeing each other off.

It is an omni-present organism.
It seems to have a life of his own.
It breaths the same air as us.
It lives among the human race.
It is beside you and me.

This is a crazily weird post.
Almost not like the style I am used to be writing.
It is an attempt to write in a different linguistic style.
Or is it an attempt to unmask the emotional side of alf the elf.


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