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. very much so. i do apologise sincerely. i withdraw my confessions and condemn you to be left on the bookshelf at this time. a place where you most certainly don't belong and will likely be picked up by a worthier student of your heart. another who has a keen eye for a flawed diamond; a person equipped with tools to bring out your beauty with his talent. i believe this with all my heart.
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.
delicious. absolutely marvelous. this is the best milk i have tasted, smooth and rich, not the powdery things you get in a typical supermarket. yes, i will want to know where you got that stuff, joe.
clearing his throat, joe continued to stare at the white wall for a while. they were in dave's standard apartment in a forgettable street of no bearings. the living room was big, painted white, decorated with polished furnitures made of fine rosewood in italian hands, and fancy paintings, those you get at a pound store. there it was a bottle of milk emptied left on a flaky cupholder on the table.
dave, so long your enjoying it, i am happy. joe, staring away, said in stutters, first shaking his head, then choking and sniffing, covering his face, smacking his lips and grinning from ear to ear, for he knew something dave didn't and that was that. anyone can see joe was a crook by nature, dresscode being anything ostentious, normally a loud t shirt and floppy jeans, with a...
The plan was simple. Kill the pig and barbecue its parts in glee and passionate greed. Johnny would orchestrate, participate and do the slaughter himself. But hearts weren't simple as a blank piece of paper which was how this story came to my ears.
Johnny brought the pig to the main hall for the ghastly affair. this hall in the castle of kings was made to feel grandiose. the pillars were lit with candles with thick licks that never seemed to burn away, and its floor was darkened by looming expensive persian rugs hung from the marble ceiling, its walls were made to perfect medieval ornery with elaborate painting of crying jesters and deviously smiling kings and queens. it was hardly a place of mercy.
He tied the pig to the hall's centerpiece altar. The pig seemed to be in starry eyes, perhaps in admiring the beautiful yet sinister dark arts in its surroundings. it didn't move much like a restrained tiger would maul and grovel. it was silent. it was guilty. its eyes closed as if in p...
it was a good run but johnny finds no more satisfaction in being crazy to being sober. in this post, the crazy monkeys have tire of my back(and im sure they left many others too) and have to date probably found 10 other unwitting idiots. immensely the joy of being happily a simple existence is too seducive to let go with the other loose alternative being a caveliar donkey/watanabe. it took some time to learn to let live, and now it will take time to learn to let be. there's no need for an over-zealous narcissistic spree. may johnny be good. always.
i like to use this term alot because its the only way to get around sticky situations such as talking and understanding without actually doing any of the mentioned(not exhaustive) virtues. i realise it is a very fleeting remark that deserves little attention because its not true that we can and "should" get our way eventually without understanding why we want things done that way in the first place.
hence, i do not doubt the wisdom behind these words BUT only in applicable conditions that are not beyond reasonable doubt.
a) you must be sick with fever and ear infection and feel like if you leave the house for more than 2 hours to do the necessary hard work you will die of exhaustion or physical dissimilation.
b) you must have a headache so acute that you start raving and ranting about anything from politics to healthcare just to ease the pain inside.
c) you are a terrifying person who has read the wrong books and followed the wrong media for too long.
fear of falling,
endlessly into you,
in starless eyes,
and fragile hearts.
fear of you being hurt,
by ignorance and malice,
but you knew so much more,
only explanation in a cruel life.
hopes and fears.
in understanding the heart,
he thinks he has ran mad,
seriously and unmistakenly;
for malicious apathy in some,
culls much beauty in hearts.
in wisdom he has lost his fear of falling,
unflinching till the light leaves their eyes.
raving minds die hard,
but where fuzzy white noise left behind tired minds,
a song took its place,
he is content.
inspired by: "Its not a fashion statement Its a Deathwish - MCR. "