I've seen things I'd be better off not knowing again. The only thing that's stopping me from asking is this massive sore throat, and the lack of need for drama. Closing one eye ain't that bad after all. Even if it doesn't clarify anything, atleast I'm at peace with myself and it also prooves that I finally no longer care.
Showing posts with label Abstract. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Abstract. Show all posts
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Saturday, January 15, 2011
The Joy of Overflowing Thoughts : Insomnia. Poopy.
I don't know why but it has been 2 weeks since I truly felt sunshine and its warmth penetrating through my chest. I really don't know why, but I do try. I try very hard. to understand. to unmask this heavy feeling. Sadly, everything in the presence of my senses will just serve as a reminder of whatever thorn that's lodged in the subcavity of my brain. And seemingly that thorn has acted as a root and rose bushes with more thorns have begun to sprout and make its way to the emotional room in this house of a body. The amounted pricks from the deadly ends of those sharp wooden needles have done no good but left me with scars. I just want roses ... not the thorns that settle on the stalks, and certainly not the ones with tattered tips which symbolize the truth that all entities should come to an end. What I need is just petals in this beating chamber of mine, the one I call my heart. I can't put my finger on it. What's missing ??
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Gloomy Acres of Life
That time of the year thou mayst in me behold,
When yellow leaves or none or few do hang,
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang.
- Sonnet 73, William Shakespeare-
Sent by Maxis from my BlackBerry® smartphone
When yellow leaves or none or few do hang,
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang.
- Sonnet 73, William Shakespeare-
Sent by Maxis from my BlackBerry® smartphone
Monday, October 4, 2010
Strain
"Strain is when he goes behind your back, lies to your face, and harbours feelings he shouldn't be harbouring.
Strain is also when you have done the same ....and continue to do so cause you have seen all this forecoming.
Don't just say things because its a routine.
Don't say things that you don't mean.
Most importantly, don't continue on if your heart has already flown away to another nest.
Think about it. Just let go and stop dragging. Most XXs are not floats to XYs. Most XXs will not hesitate to sink you as well."
the truth's pretty brutal.
Strain is also when you have done the same ....and continue to do so cause you have seen all this forecoming.
Don't just say things because its a routine.
Don't say things that you don't mean.
Most importantly, don't continue on if your heart has already flown away to another nest.
Think about it. Just let go and stop dragging. Most XXs are not floats to XYs. Most XXs will not hesitate to sink you as well."
the truth's pretty brutal.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Huddle Huddle Hud
A few days ago, a friend asked ... "What is it that you really want from this life?".
I could only stare at him with a surprised expression, not because I didn't expect this question from someone at some point, but because I couldn't answer.
I was like a little kid who was caught red handed for sticking her hand into a cookie jar ... one who could only stutter when questioned. Such behaviour was unacceptable.
I simply shrugged and gave him a socially-familiar reply.
"I don't know."
Such an answer was more unacceptable by a mile.
I knew exactly what I wanted out of life. I have even planned out everything.
But in a cruel twist of fate,
If anything should take an unexpected turn,
I'll be ready to face it,
With an open heart with a beating chest,
So help me I will,
Cause I am stronger than this.
Now, ask me again.
I could only stare at him with a surprised expression, not because I didn't expect this question from someone at some point, but because I couldn't answer.
I was like a little kid who was caught red handed for sticking her hand into a cookie jar ... one who could only stutter when questioned. Such behaviour was unacceptable.
I simply shrugged and gave him a socially-familiar reply.
"I don't know."
Such an answer was more unacceptable by a mile.
I knew exactly what I wanted out of life. I have even planned out everything.
But in a cruel twist of fate,
If anything should take an unexpected turn,
I'll be ready to face it,
With an open heart with a beating chest,
So help me I will,
Cause I am stronger than this.
Now, ask me again.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Glass Beads & Beating Hearts
Some girls fall in love quickly, and take forever to fall out of love.
Some girls take forever to fall in love, and an eternity to fall out of it,
though there's a portion who may take just a second to cut loose and deplete all emotions.
Lastly, some girls find it hard to fall in love, but also easy when it comes to losing faith,
cause when you do what you do ...
everything.
everything that's aversive.
everything that's aversive.
P.S., Catching what a kind friend downloaded for me ! S3 and S4 of How I Met Your Mother
Friday, August 6, 2010
A Love for Nature
The Enigma of Your Ways
I'm sleeping on the floor tonight sir,
yes sir, yes I am,
for my heart needs something hard to support it,
to stop the tears from overflowing this dam,
to stop the thoughts from flooding my mind,
yes sir, yes I am,
I'm sleeping on the floor tonight,
don't worry don't fret I'll be alright.
Cameron.
I have yet to understand what are the matters of life that I desire.
Time is ticking, and its increasingly upsetting.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Always
Monday, July 5, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Rough Waves

I keep paddling, paddling, and paddling
... but when will I reach the end ?
Life forces you to put yourself out there,
and push hard to move yourself,
But if you're tired, who rescues you ?
I try and try, and I'm all worn up
... and eventually I see that there is actually no shore.
But no, I will not give up. Braving through just makes me stronger.
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