Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Monday, April 29, 2013
anesthetize
There's a point in life where everything just fucking happens.
'Home', a place you thought you knew so well, so complete, so safe ,so sedentary, individual warm feelings that you're home. You knew every cracks on the wall and uneven surfaces, fammiliar marbles of floor that crack, family photos and every faces with lukewarm fammiliarity.
Now it's just a fucking place where I put my shit and live in it with no meaning, no such purposes but to have shelter on your head and a bed to hibernate. Because if you say you have a family but you have no parents, you're a fucking delusional.
I'm just a star that made out from a cardboard hanging with plastic strings. I got nowhere to hang and I am lost in the wind.
I know and I try so hard to understand that we all had a design.If my life is design to be this way I just had to draw the way out of this frustration, well at least, to keep sanity or not to blow my head. Life is a shitholes shades of grey and I frequently ask why to a simple answer
'Home', a place you thought you knew so well, so complete, so safe ,so sedentary, individual warm feelings that you're home. You knew every cracks on the wall and uneven surfaces, fammiliar marbles of floor that crack, family photos and every faces with lukewarm fammiliarity.
Now it's just a fucking place where I put my shit and live in it with no meaning, no such purposes but to have shelter on your head and a bed to hibernate. Because if you say you have a family but you have no parents, you're a fucking delusional.
I'm just a star that made out from a cardboard hanging with plastic strings. I got nowhere to hang and I am lost in the wind.
I know and I try so hard to understand that we all had a design.If my life is design to be this way I just had to draw the way out of this frustration, well at least, to keep sanity or not to blow my head. Life is a shitholes shades of grey and I frequently ask why to a simple answer
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Home
"You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that
you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of the sudden even
though you have some place where you can put your shit that idea of home
is gone."
Sunday, April 21, 2013
society
I would run into the wild anytime than stuck in a dumb daze.There are too much to lose with a sigh and crawl my way out through this wall of limitations and synical society. They agree to be greed and agree to disagree? Have a mercy on me because life is a mystery and I would disagree to anything you'll agree because that's just me. Thoughts begin to bleed if I don't have anything to read and music is weed. I always pledge to find reasons and it was crystal clear than the world in unclear.
I want to wander but I'm not a traveler and I don't have any money because everything becomes weary. I thought war in my head are going to poof but I have nothing to proof. Skin me alive with a knife, and there'll be new me underneath behind those skins and fins and I am keen to determine.
No need anger because I'm just a naive teenager, pull the trigger and I'll be better.
I want to wander but I'm not a traveler and I don't have any money because everything becomes weary. I thought war in my head are going to poof but I have nothing to proof. Skin me alive with a knife, and there'll be new me underneath behind those skins and fins and I am keen to determine.
No need anger because I'm just a naive teenager, pull the trigger and I'll be better.
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