rage
(Saturday, September 26, 2009/6:40 PM)
of cycles and diagrams.
soon that time will come.
where i will stand and face.
the monstrosity in front of me.
maybe i will think some thoughts.
and get over and done with it.
for what have we got.
but the power of our own.
silly, sadistic minds.
more
(Tuesday, September 22, 2009/10:46 PM)
as the fateful day approaches again.
i realise now that.
it doesn't mean as much.
as it did back then.
it was just a matter of.
being overly hopeful.
and refusing to accept the truth.
that was all it was.
well.
i've tried.
so maybe. maybe if i hope and wait for a miracle.
it might happen.
but its not like i need it to happen anyway.
i am quite content with what i have now.
and so i guess this time it will be.
farewell for good.
i never had much of a part in this anyway.
i was making everything up to myself.
so i owe an apology.
i suppose.
but you won't need it anyway.
in fact, you probably won't see it.
for there comes a time where the road will fork.
and the paths that once diverged will separate again.
and that time is now.
so without hope of you looking back.
i wave this final wave.
hoping that we may someday.
some life.
meet again.
phase
(Friday, September 04, 2009/11:10 PM)
what was i thinking about again.
oh yeah.
risks.
gambling is a life skill.
not that kind of gambling.
not necessarily.
but life is full of choices.
so cliche.
choices appear at every decision.
every situation that unfolds.
each of them leads to another.
and each of them also leads to a consequence.
and more often than not.
we don't know what these consequences are.
and which choice will lead to them.
not to mention whatever else comes after that.
so we take a risk.
a gamble of sorts.
because if we didn't make the choice.
well, it would be a choice anyway.
and we would know the consequence of that.
because everyone knows the consequence for sloth.
living the life.
is taking the risks.
whether they're calculated or not.
we put them aside.
and we make a break for what we desire.
because when, and if, we should get it.
it would be the happiest day of our lives.
tap
(Thursday, September 03, 2009/5:53 PM)
not dead.
yet.
i always think of stuff to write about when i'm walking home.
but in the end i just don't write it.
maybe im just lazy.
but i don't mind.
at least i'm not crazy.
anyway.
it's time to start all over again.
i don't even need to think about finishing.
just whether i can start properly or not.