THE DRUGS DON'T WORK
haven't you ever had one of those nights when you know everything's actually all fine and dandy in your life but still you feel like cuddling into the abyss of this deep dark hole and bury your head inside, holding your breath till the world changes into a place where everything's beautiful and nothing hurts? its one of those nights when you troop back home all happy and satisfied even though you have just chalked up a huge bill from buying a hundred bucks worth of basics from uniqlo but not caring cos retail therapy's the bombz to cure heart(head)aches. then you decide to do some techno-exploring around, clearing up files from way back but stumbling upon pictures which were just there but you tried to erase from your memory because you know it'l hurt more than a million pins down your pants if you were to ever glance at those ceramic laughing smiles again. and worse still just when you linger over that 'delete' button, floods of unwanted/unspoken words you used to say rush back - the delicate soft endearingness of it all which you know cannot be salvaged ever again
Lay in bed and listen to the rain. Go for a walk when it’s the perfect day. Spend time with people that are worth spending time with. Laugh at moments that aren’t worth laughing at. Smile when it’s the right moment. Kiss someone you know you’re in love with. Dream. Rebel
if only i had the guts to live out my life the way i pen it down to be. i want to cherish my youth because the grown ups say once you’ve passed this point in your life, everything is just a blatant downhill slide from here onwards. the abillity to see beauty in things is an attribute of the young, they say if you can see the intricate delicacies of things around you then you will remain forever young. as much as i try the fog of ugliness nvr fails to unveil into something a tad more pleasant then it is. perhaps these are premature signs of the aging process which has somewhat been creeping up on me, just that i am perpetually in semi- zoned out state, too stoned to notice when that began to happen.
i wonder if life just falls into place for everyone just like how they say it does. one minute you’re here and the next you’re there, its like every little nitty gritty detail has been laid out for you, written in the scrolls of parchment from the heavens. to avert whats written must be to sin, because to go against the will of god is to sin. i am confused, just how far am i willing to go on being a puppet with my strings getting tangled up all too often than not.
if i could request for a more professional puppetier maybe things wouldn’t be the way they are-
life’s a stage, we’ve by far established that fact. with the main actors and actresses always in the limelight, and the director orchestering the entire playout. point being is that you only have one shot to make it, and that makes me sad. i felt sad because i reallised that once the opportunity misses people, it never comes back. and as i watch them crumble i realised that once they are broken in certain ways they can never be fixed and this is something no one ever tells you when you are young and it has nvr failed to surprise me as i grow older and i see the people in my life break one by one. i would then ponder to myself when my turn would come or whether it has already happened.
am i in pieces?
(it will all go away in the morning)
i am not needy and neither do i need someone to fortify myself.
but still yet you want that lift of a cheek and graze of his lips against yours, no matter how much of sin it must taste like..
Lay in bed and listen to the rain. Go for a walk when it’s the perfect day. Spend time with people that are worth spending time with. Laugh at moments that aren’t worth laughing at. Smile when it’s the right moment. Kiss someone you know you’re in love with. Dream. Rebel
if only i had the guts to live out my life the way i pen it down to be. i want to cherish my youth because the grown ups say once you’ve passed this point in your life, everything is just a blatant downhill slide from here onwards. the abillity to see beauty in things is an attribute of the young, they say if you can see the intricate delicacies of things around you then you will remain forever young. as much as i try the fog of ugliness nvr fails to unveil into something a tad more pleasant then it is. perhaps these are premature signs of the aging process which has somewhat been creeping up on me, just that i am perpetually in semi- zoned out state, too stoned to notice when that began to happen.
i wonder if life just falls into place for everyone just like how they say it does. one minute you’re here and the next you’re there, its like every little nitty gritty detail has been laid out for you, written in the scrolls of parchment from the heavens. to avert whats written must be to sin, because to go against the will of god is to sin. i am confused, just how far am i willing to go on being a puppet with my strings getting tangled up all too often than not.
if i could request for a more professional puppetier maybe things wouldn’t be the way they are-
life’s a stage, we’ve by far established that fact. with the main actors and actresses always in the limelight, and the director orchestering the entire playout. point being is that you only have one shot to make it, and that makes me sad. i felt sad because i reallised that once the opportunity misses people, it never comes back. and as i watch them crumble i realised that once they are broken in certain ways they can never be fixed and this is something no one ever tells you when you are young and it has nvr failed to surprise me as i grow older and i see the people in my life break one by one. i would then ponder to myself when my turn would come or whether it has already happened.
am i in pieces?
(it will all go away in the morning)
i am not needy and neither do i need someone to fortify myself.
but still yet you want that lift of a cheek and graze of his lips against yours, no matter how much of sin it must taste like..