Some people can see a desert of roses, but I can only see a field of corpses. I was born fragile, made breakable. I can't survive a blunt arrow. I can shatter with a simple evil touch. I have the courage but not the strength, because I thought there were us, all of us, but now I know there was only me all along.
Still, I hope you dance. All of you. Because it compensates what's lost from all of you, it brings you colours you never thought they exist, and it satisfies my little selfishness. So I hope you dance, all of you.......... I'm sorry I disappointed all of you.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
So Called Chaos
You may shake the tree and the buds may fall, but I hunger for more. Perhaps the puzzles are in place, but I mind the lines. I'm way off my comfort zone now, I don't even recognize where it is already. I need a map to show me a route to it, then I may again regain what's lost. At least I hope so, when September ends.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Life
I am rigid but hollow. I thought life was always easy. I thought I just have to go through everyday like any other days. I thought life was created for us and we are the dominants.... but that was not even close. When we couldn't feel love, we felt life. That's what I was taught. Life was created for us to fit in. But the funny question is are we manipulating our lives or the other way round? I am manipulated.
Have you ever felt empty? I did. Something I couldn't expressed why. Sometimes I hope people understand. Somehow I hope they ask, no matter who, as close as those being beside me or even further away. Because it makes me feel better. Because it shows they care. But will I tell if they do? I don't know. Cause I keep things, even the smallest matter sometimes. Maybe that is why people stopped asking. I'm being ironic, ain't I? I hate myself.
I don't know what happened anymore. I'm fallen. We tried but still, nothing seemed to work out right. I'm just praying it gets better, that the wounds can heal, cause it kills you softly everytime you look at it. I'm praying, praying still.....
Have you ever felt empty? I did. Something I couldn't expressed why. Sometimes I hope people understand. Somehow I hope they ask, no matter who, as close as those being beside me or even further away. Because it makes me feel better. Because it shows they care. But will I tell if they do? I don't know. Cause I keep things, even the smallest matter sometimes. Maybe that is why people stopped asking. I'm being ironic, ain't I? I hate myself.
I don't know what happened anymore. I'm fallen. We tried but still, nothing seemed to work out right. I'm just praying it gets better, that the wounds can heal, cause it kills you softly everytime you look at it. I'm praying, praying still.....
Friday, February 13, 2009
8 Facts About Me
1. I'm easily forgotten. To put in a more cruel way will be I'm sometimes invisible or easily get left behind.
2. I don't eat alone. As in I don't like to. Rather skip meals if were to eat alone.
3. I'm moody sometimes mostly because I'm upset or disappointed with myself.
4. My presence in a crowd alone makes me insecure. I'm afraid of being alone. I'm scared of loneliness.
5. I do not have the guts to approach others and i hate myself for that but it makes me grateful if they approach me in return.
6. I'm afraid when communication is getting lesser but mending it is my weakness.
7. People tend to compare me with others, and most of the times, I lost.
8. People find it hard to start conversations with me because I suck in starting conversations. I somehow hope people can start conversations with me without difficulties.
Gosh, wish I'm a better person!
2. I don't eat alone. As in I don't like to. Rather skip meals if were to eat alone.
3. I'm moody sometimes mostly because I'm upset or disappointed with myself.
4. My presence in a crowd alone makes me insecure. I'm afraid of being alone. I'm scared of loneliness.
5. I do not have the guts to approach others and i hate myself for that but it makes me grateful if they approach me in return.
6. I'm afraid when communication is getting lesser but mending it is my weakness.
7. People tend to compare me with others, and most of the times, I lost.
8. People find it hard to start conversations with me because I suck in starting conversations. I somehow hope people can start conversations with me without difficulties.
Gosh, wish I'm a better person!
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