Sunday, April 20, 2008
There is all so much i can promise, all so much that i can do, and all so much that i cannot achieve with this one simple life which i have. I feel like a consumer, consumed by the supermarket? What a weird analogy.
Ironically we do Macbeth now, with all his ambition comes his downfall, maybe my tragic end is near too? Or should i be glad to be part of a Shakespearean Masterpiece? A noble beginning, a declining process and a disastrous end. I am in the second phase now, folding on towards the 3rd.
List me down in the names of yokieeledues i probably end up with a negative sign. something like this:
-----Jin Fu
It is similar to boxing up yourself in this small little room, and sucking the air out of it.
So we do not breathe anymore, but we still live, so are we alive or dead?
Perhaps that we, is everyone, just that we all have that different perspective on how this comes by.
If you look in that small little room, you see small vicious cycle everywhere all around, and how much it all comes down to the hate part.
We learn to love before we hate, that is only when the real hate comes, so we embrace love before we start to hate it, for all that it is slicing our throat with the dagger of its inability of mastery.
You blow my mind into that hollow space up there, pink flowers, i just love them. Yet i sowed those seeds of misfortune for myself, am i going to hate myself now? out of everyone else, it is myself. I have taken so much and yet given so much as well.
When you walk into that room, you feel agushed with this powerful vile of hope. Just like how i feel when i walk into the brand new room, but soon all the old past comes back to haunt you.
They drain you, they crane you, they lizard you, w/e man. They just hate you so much that they constantly entangles you. Or issit just me?
对不起
I cant find any other phrase, nothing else fits, even that is just uncomparable to the true feeling of regret and remorse.
Start again, same spot, same square, same end, different still, for the sake of all the experiences in between.
& more clueless fears.
8:58 AM
