Thursday, April 19, 2007
i woke up yesterday in artic,
i woke up today in desert,
and i may not be waking up tmr.
it is the feeling of being locked up in a cold room,
and to be release into a melting desert.
when everything seemed to settle down,
but it is not.
an emotional stir,
turning into an indecisive thought.
crying is the only thing i do,
because only crying works.
at least when i cry,
i feel letout,
i feel there is hope.
am i not strong when i cry?
no, i am strong.
because i cried for a reason.
i cried for the turmoil
i cried for the moment,
i cried for myself.
everything about me seemed to be a mistake.
perhaps the only thing to stop making mistakes,
is to stop myself.
what can i do for my life of blunder?
life is like drawing with a pencil without eraser.
we draw our lives down,
knowing that we cannot change anything to it.
the only way is to draw more and make it look better.
buying the thought of being "better"
comes with a gift of "backfire"
the universal truth of paying something for something else.
nothing is free.
we paid our lives to live in this moment.
we die for a everlasting memory.
it is only when we learn about nothing.
nothing is nothing.
nothing comes together with nothing.
Words to nothing,
thoughts to nothing,
feel to nothing,
and thats when it is nothing.
i want to think nothing,
because i was treated like nothing.
and we wont have to bother about anything else.
and we can stop drawing mistakes onto our paper.
keruirocks.
11:10 AM
