as and when we start to recognise the fact that we're worlds apart, and that we'll never understand each other as we should, maybe that's the best time to not do what other people will do in a sheer need for easy comfort. for this reality is possibly the happiest choice we can make when the alternatives will likely end up as a roller coaster that will wrangle out all the hopes and illusions that we have left for a better future.
chances are i might be wrong, but i doubt it.
to believe less every day
is not a choice that was made,
nor something for someone to justify otherwise,
or feel compelled to.
maybe its just a new normal,
after long realising life is not perfect.
-tune in to when reality bites!-
edit note to self*
this post is misleading because one should remain optimistic and that passion in itself shouldn't be in self doubt as much as possible, for that's just an easy excuse to wallowing in the number of futility in life. #P
they were silent eyes
glaring and staring,
as if demanding an answer,
a wish to be found.
but nothing else they did,
as if everything's arranged inside their corneas.
as if convenience were a simple thought.
wary eyes behind ivory castles built 10 feet high.
maybe scared to death,
maybe just a hollow self,
hoping for a return to the past.
never thinking of a better future,
- johnny, inspired by NA NA NA NA