Sleep woke me up with an endless thought.
Where does TIME go?
Does it pass on easily to prepare the future for us?
Is it an accomplice of reality or of Faith?
Or what they call the Divine Intervention?
Is it the culprit of regrets and daydreams?
Cryptic questions flowing in and out.
How do you say goodbye to TIME?
Or the better question is, can you say hello to it?
Can you spend time with it even for a second?
How was it yesterday or the day before yesterday?
Was it feeling awesome or perhaps shitty?
Does it have a personality or a surname?
A thousand bizarre questions.
What is TIME’s favourite thing to do?
What is the greatest responsibility of it?
What about greatest achievement?
Can it like go and ride a Time Machine to go back?
Is TIME and History good old buddies?
Do they hang out together?
Never ending conundrums.
I’m both smart and fool
And I really don’t know how to be cool
I’m both bizarre and silly
And I admit that I’m some kind of a bully
He has issues with things
Yet he had too many flings
He has this sense of clarity about love
Yet he wears his heart inside a glove
She’s young and promising,
And just like people her age she’s bruising
But that doesn’t mean she’s losing,
Since she clearly knows what to do with the mending
Please be good to me, 23
22 left me with real sense of reality
I know there will be much more maturity
So don’t ever leave me, my dear Sanity
"Caught up in the rapture of love. Nothing else can compare when I feel the magic of you."
It’s the same old salted potato chip. Some people think of it as unhealthy (even stupid) while some takes it like a daily dose. I kinda think of it as quite addicting sometimes. No, scratch that. Engaging is the better word.
Well, after the storytelling, it really made me think. It made me look for the old box of memories I kept under my attic of thoughts. My brain examined each personalities, point o’ views, behaviours, and choice of words. What a distraction! Good distraction.
How do you forget someone? How do you forgive someone? How do you love/unlove someone? Jumbled words forming in your mind. Music comes in. You breathe air in your lungs heavily.
Sentimentality. It’s a venom. Sometimes.
To be honest, this is actually the only time that I’m gonna label myself as a work in progress. Lately, I have been noticing unfamiliar roads, fresh colours, and newly discovered shapes in my life. From thoughts that I’m reading — I mean books — to visuals I am seeing — now that’s either a Film or a TV series episode. So I guess, change is good. Self-discovery is better. And new experiences are B-E-S-T.
Life can sometimes be boring, repetitive, and very bland. But it can also be warm, vibrant, and cozy. Life can be greys and blues. But I’m pretty sure it’s how you choose your hues.
That rhymed. That was cool. :)
Just an unsolicited advice I found on the internet.
After all, breaking it all down to pieces, it goes back to your CHARACTER, PATIENCE, and ADMIRATION.
Work should not be easy.