Strange occurances have been happening. Too frequently for my liking. Too many nestled up emotioned, locked skeletons i have in my cupboard i that i cannot deny the existance of. . . Life and its many ironies.
Suppose to say, i could go back to the past i'd change everything. go back to the start. . .
Although i sit here now dazed and clearly fazed by the overwhelming feelins i'm going through, i ask myself again: why do i feel this? even now?
Tired, over-worked, underpaid, and suppose to be up in another 3 hours, i question my ability to go on, to be myself, to love. . . If Life is a road, it's a damn LONG road.
Where was that confidence? that arrogance that i was so infamous for but showed character of steel, wit and charm that swept girls off their feet? I stand 'naked' in the eye of the beholder.
As i sit, i fall into unconsciousness. To the lands where they take me. Places where they can unlock my memories and play with me mind. . .
Why is it all a dream? a fallacy? some forgetten past? or a sad story with no ending? Or like my nick always inplies that it'll all come to naught: lost_tale. . .
At 20 you see life with a magnifying glass. Everything can be picked on WILL be picked on. Anything said, unsaid will be used against/for you. The world of uncertainty. What good is a man who speaks but do not listen? Or vice-versa?
I read old love letters (sec sch) and then i wonder to myself, the maturing of the human soul is affected not by time but by experiences is it not? Those days are past, with ignorance and naivety, love is innocent and pure, life without stress and worries, world still revolves around its axis as you know it. I guess it's too late to make any amendments to change the way things are now, but the memories give me faith in knowing that the unknown is a matter of discovering an adventure for yourself. Being forth the kingdom, know that i will honour you always . . .princess secret, childhood friend of knight Mickey. -
"Who you are today is the sum of all your experiences" - and take this with you to your grave.
Suppose to say, i could go back to the past i'd change everything. go back to the start. . .
Although i sit here now dazed and clearly fazed by the overwhelming feelins i'm going through, i ask myself again: why do i feel this? even now?
Tired, over-worked, underpaid, and suppose to be up in another 3 hours, i question my ability to go on, to be myself, to love. . . If Life is a road, it's a damn LONG road.
Where was that confidence? that arrogance that i was so infamous for but showed character of steel, wit and charm that swept girls off their feet? I stand 'naked' in the eye of the beholder.
As i sit, i fall into unconsciousness. To the lands where they take me. Places where they can unlock my memories and play with me mind. . .
Why is it all a dream? a fallacy? some forgetten past? or a sad story with no ending? Or like my nick always inplies that it'll all come to naught: lost_tale. . .
At 20 you see life with a magnifying glass. Everything can be picked on WILL be picked on. Anything said, unsaid will be used against/for you. The world of uncertainty. What good is a man who speaks but do not listen? Or vice-versa?
I read old love letters (sec sch) and then i wonder to myself, the maturing of the human soul is affected not by time but by experiences is it not? Those days are past, with ignorance and naivety, love is innocent and pure, life without stress and worries, world still revolves around its axis as you know it. I guess it's too late to make any amendments to change the way things are now, but the memories give me faith in knowing that the unknown is a matter of discovering an adventure for yourself. Being forth the kingdom, know that i will honour you always . . .princess secret, childhood friend of knight Mickey. -
"Who you are today is the sum of all your experiences" - and take this with you to your grave.
posted by Mark at 1:56 PM
1 Comments:
That is why you are my mei.
Cos you just say all the nicest things when i'm down and out
Aint she the grreatest? =)
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