February 2012
6 posts
Dear diary.
It’s been long since the last time I’ve been attacked ruthlessly by the gripes of insomnia, boiling down from perhaps the inability to control and overcome these thoughts of inadequacy. Rough times like these once again makes me wanna just pack my bags and take off, far away into foreign lands and woods and just roam free, with nothing but a weightless heart and you around. Outrageous?...
Brand new.
The past 18pages were just a ruse, a fluke, a commoner in an otherwise royal land. Let’s start anew won’t we. Forgive the mistakes and transgressions I’ve committed, I’m no one if not human. So we, the two of us, let’s pen down the rest of this duo-biography together now. Will you take my hand, and this brush, and paint with me a brighter tomorrow?
Living irony.
It’s funny how people start listening to you only after you’re gone. Yet the morceau of one famous piece would live to last forever in the hearts and minds of the billions of lingering souls searching, wandering aimlessly for their lives one motives.
Truly, truly, truly.
I guess I’ve reached an impasse now. No other way then the reflect, repent and move ahead on another path. I love you, and I’m really sorry about letting you down. Your forgiveness and love is all I could ever hope for now.
Reflect.
What do you see when you look into the mirror everyday?
As we know it.
Remember the times when the biggest fight in the world was about who’d start the fire and who’d hunt and kill? Yeah, neither do I. What kind of world are we living in now?