“YOU don’t owe them any explanation whatsover. In this crazy little world, it’s a wonder why people would want to know things about YOU, and what’s going on with YOU, and what’s the next chapter for YOU. When in fact, YOU don’t mind what’s going on with them-for real. You need not to ACT and do what they want YOU to do and be. You don’t have to please them everytime. Just do what you ought to do. Act naturally. You are the only one who knows what is right- you just have to open your eyes and mind. ;)”—S, D.
So I vomited these spoiled thoughts which infested my entire consciousness, which poisoned my body, and tried to get my life.Throwing up these things - the bravest move so far, cutting these ropes which tied my hands, protected me from harm, yet overlooked each plan.I listened to KT’s Other Side of the World, and I’m glad I didn’t say even a word, didn’t shed a tear, didn’t feel any fear… …and the nicotine stick I was holding- I knew it wasn’t meant to be, effortlessly it slipped away from my fingers… to stop this addiction… quitting the way I linger…and now I purposely would want to detach from it, voluntarily would want to STOP——-for in 5 minutes… WAIT, and I’m right there smiling Standing at the EXIT =)
The Signs are losing their way. The paths are crooked, and now who’s to blame? If it isn’t me, then who could ever answer a question which is meant to be left unanswered, unnoticed, unseen by the naked eyes? This bizarre feeling, this desire I’ve been trying to hide, i have revealed and still waiting. The desire of losing my senses, my feelings, my emotions. Prick me. Prick me harder. Prick me until it gets sore, it gets numb. What is there to feel for, after all the recurring pain? The sensation of not having it here. The willingness to fall and breakdown. The desire to disappear, to be lost and nowhere to find. The wanting of correct measures and methods. My innocence, thy heart, it’s young and fragile. I’m writing an unconventional crap, to celebrate an unconventional feeling. A deviance created by such losers around, in which I cling and hold on to- understanding nothing but a misunderstood story. I’ve crossed thirteen thousand miles in my mind, traveled six continents in my restless consciousness, covered each land and sea, walking on through this endless journey; HALF MY LIFE, HALF OF ME. Whoever could try to figure this out. Salute! You’ve conquered my uncanny mind. -fin-
“Minumulto ako ng mga kantang sabay nating inawit. Hanggang sa mga sandaling ito, sila ang nangingibabaw sa mga gabing titigil ang mundo ko, at maghihintay na sana dumapo ka naman sa harap ko. Gustuhin ko mang iwasan, iwanan, limutin…tila andiyan ka na tulad ng mga awit na patuloy kong naririnig. Lumipas man ang panahon, kahapon, bukas, at ngayon…hindi na ako umaasa pa., pero ang makita ka’y sapat na. =)”—