Postage.

Ah. The feelings of regret and melancholy are coursing through my veins, right into sensitive spots of negative emotions.

It's strange how stamped and imprinted words can lose its value and worth in just a matter of seconds. Well, strange is such a loose word in this context. Let's use ... 'pathetic' instead.

I'm woebegone. And crestfallen.

And it really hits you hard when years of affirmation and assurance have come to a naught in a moment of folly. In just one moment of folly, that unlucky number.

Well, i guess in life, things don't always go as planned.

Big man.

It's the same moment again, that particular event on that fateful day. That something, which just sparked off all sorts of guns - destroying territories of similar interests.

It's like how i would love everything to stop and not move on, just for a second or two. Because the realisation of the possibility of something prized being ruptured is just too apparent and palpable to the naked eye.

But, despite intense and vehement tries to quell and subdue those emotions, it still gets out of control. It's probably due to the big man inside our small hearts, an authoritative and powerful voice which dictates and controls our vulnerable souls.

How then do we conquer it?

It's like how you really don't want to be swayed by emotions and irrational thoughts, but the sudden outburst of explosives in your mind blur your vision and obscure your rationality.

I guess it's just part and parcel of a confused soul living in a pool of people running amok.