Selasa, 08 April 2014

Defined by the unspoken.

I have thoughts running through 24/7, it's like a never ending train ride inside my head.
I overthink sometimes. Hell, ALL the time.
People always misunderstood me,
I conceal everything, nothing left for anyone to see.

We are a work in progress.
We are not yet defined,
constantly evolving,
continuously changing,
endlessly adapting,
forever reshaping.

Because we won't settle,
we won't settle down.

Kamis, 27 Maret 2014

The monster under you bed.

I want to you tell you about this thing that I hate, that i always try to avoid, that I despise. I just can't stand it. It makes me sick. Don't you have this kind of thing as well? That brings out the worst in you? Well of course I'm not gonna list them all here, but I'm not gonna lie, there's this one thing that hassles me the most.

What i hate the most is when I'm failing in everything, when I feel just like a failure. Well, some people might see me as an optimist, hell, I'm not saying i'm a pessimist neither, but there's just these kinda moments where i feel like shit, like i can't do nothing at all, stuck in this hole forever.

I want to be better at everything.
I want to know what everybody knows.
I want to learn everything.
I want to be the best at everything.

I want to be satisfied, I want to accomplish BIG things in my life, and I have to return the favor.

Sabtu, 15 Maret 2014

Ruptured

I finally made it. 

I have finally become what I've always hated. What I disgust, what I've been avoiding from after all these years. 

I am now here, I am nowhere. 

Jumat, 14 Maret 2014

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I've been thinking.

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I've been going down this boulevard for so long, took oneself off from the past for what's up ahead.
And it's getting harder to recall the way back home again, but though, I don't want to neither.

How does one forget the past?

Is it really that easy to drown the ghosts of our past? Will they ever gonna come afloat again?

Kamis, 06 Maret 2014

Live.

Sometimes I picture life as this big, massive manor with a lot of different rooms in it.
Arranged in different sections, as specified by their functions, with various kinds of designs.

Why a manor?

I analogize the choices we make as doors, the consequences of our actions as the rooms.
Our life -- basically consists of exits and entrances.
It's always either we make our way in or we search for the way out.
The rooms are just projections of our doings -- what's in the room is out of our hands.
Even though, of course it depends on our action, but the outcome is unruly.

We always look up to something, when it passes, we find another one.
It's this never ending cycle that keeps us alive.