1005 HRS MAY 7TH 2007

My dearest friend Ms B,

told me that someone

commited suicide

opposite her block,

plunged to his death apparently.

Somehow that kept me awake

all night, thinking.

I've lived 42 years of life,

I probably have about 30 years or so

to go.

I've passed my half way mark

too late for mid life crisis.

What do I do

with my next 30 years?

How do I make it count

after I bungled and blew away

my first 42 years?

Something is happening

and I don't quite know

what it is.

I do know that

I like to be

by myself recently.

I deliberately opt

for activities

that I can only do

by myself.

Like reading,

swimming,

and cycling.

I've reached a point,

where I really hate to say

HELLO.

Because invariably,

once you've said HELLO,

you'll say GOODBYE.

Either Life itself,

drifts people apart

to a GOODBYE,

or Death

forces the GOODBYE.

Saying HELLO

means

a painful parting

at some point

for me.

The onset of Life itself,

at birth,

is a big HELLO,

and death,

the final GOODBYE