Friday, March 25, 2005
its certainly a wonder how things work out to seem so perfect and uncomplicated for others and while your own seem entirely impossible and illogical. sometimes you cant seem to find the words to explain but yet you explain well for the reason of others. isnt it queer that everything suddenly becomes so weird just by the crossing of a certain event. IT sweeps you off your legs and how peculiar that you now refuse to get onto your legs again. you want to stay there and not worry about tomorrow. that something that holds you dwn but not really down that something that you want it to lift you up but youre unsure whether it was meant to do so.
just with a simple move, the thoughts swirl like theres no ending. the pictures run through your head and you want them to happen so badly but at the end of the day , none of them fufilled , all the others left dangling. how the feeling of emptiness just drip of like droplets into a puddle , so silent and yet so loud. and you are like in the middle of the bridge , unsure of what you really want and whether it is certain that you can accept. thats perhaps what you get when you want something so much and you had never wanted anything this much.
you ask youreslf if that is the thing you really want cos you feel much insecurity , you ask yourself why youre going to such extents , you ask yourself why youre staying up late just so that you can at least find a reason , pleasant enough to put you to sleep. you ask yourself if what you are doing is silly , you find reasons to say that youre not but yet time to time you definitely think that you are. the question of jumping to conclusions. being too quick , a moment of elation, next a direct stab , draining all that was done down to a waste.
now that the light would have shone partially over you , as you think it has. wouldnt it be good if you could just make use of what you have to its greatest extent and not bother about what it has to show in time to come. but you stop to think that you do not want to know what time has to show, youre afraid that it'll hinder you it'll kill your last hopes. make you plunge down to the absolute bottom of the pit. no glimmer of hope, none.
im just a kid ¶ 5:32 AM
just with a simple move, the thoughts swirl like theres no ending. the pictures run through your head and you want them to happen so badly but at the end of the day , none of them fufilled , all the others left dangling. how the feeling of emptiness just drip of like droplets into a puddle , so silent and yet so loud. and you are like in the middle of the bridge , unsure of what you really want and whether it is certain that you can accept. thats perhaps what you get when you want something so much and you had never wanted anything this much.
you ask youreslf if that is the thing you really want cos you feel much insecurity , you ask yourself why youre going to such extents , you ask yourself why youre staying up late just so that you can at least find a reason , pleasant enough to put you to sleep. you ask yourself if what you are doing is silly , you find reasons to say that youre not but yet time to time you definitely think that you are. the question of jumping to conclusions. being too quick , a moment of elation, next a direct stab , draining all that was done down to a waste.
now that the light would have shone partially over you , as you think it has. wouldnt it be good if you could just make use of what you have to its greatest extent and not bother about what it has to show in time to come. but you stop to think that you do not want to know what time has to show, youre afraid that it'll hinder you it'll kill your last hopes. make you plunge down to the absolute bottom of the pit. no glimmer of hope, none.
im just a kid ¶ 5:32 AM
