New Route
September 23, 2014
I took a different route home this evening, having returned from an offsite training. I enjoy the class because it's something I have never dubbed in before; biology. Think DNA, murders.
Taking a different route, I saw new buildings and smile at a old Malay man who waves rather enthusiastically back at me. It makes me realize again that change is constant.
If I stand still now, I'm sure I can watch the world goes by. The void is filled with murmurings and images; some distinct some vague. And yet I am still here staring at the exact same place. I might have ventured a little out but still in the same space. I'm just a constant thing and I swear I'm trying my best to get on happily. But I am really stumbling backwards these few days; some good some bad. If falling through space is bottomless, how long more? Nothing matters to me now but my family. Because I am truly happy when I'm with them. That happiness has been so short lived ever since you left but I know my family will never leave me.
October 5, 2014
I imagined your ghost in my room late last night. You walked up to me and hugged me as I sat tear streaked on my bed. You told me to wait for you and that you love me. I stubbornly replied no to whatever you're asking of me and just kept crying while lying in your arms. A gentle gust of wind came in through the window and I thought I can feel the wind dissolving in my body, draining away the burden I have been carrying. Unconsciously, I still cried out dear what did I do to deserve this?
"What's unreal is real, what's real is unforgiving"
"Ain't sober, pretty much stoned"
Why am I still hung up on the past? When they are (put crudely) mere reflections of what one wants to portray to the public? You can take away all of my wealth, I just want my sanity back now.
I took a different route home this evening, having returned from an offsite training. I enjoy the class because it's something I have never dubbed in before; biology. Think DNA, murders.
Taking a different route, I saw new buildings and smile at a old Malay man who waves rather enthusiastically back at me. It makes me realize again that change is constant.
If I stand still now, I'm sure I can watch the world goes by. The void is filled with murmurings and images; some distinct some vague. And yet I am still here staring at the exact same place. I might have ventured a little out but still in the same space. I'm just a constant thing and I swear I'm trying my best to get on happily. But I am really stumbling backwards these few days; some good some bad. If falling through space is bottomless, how long more? Nothing matters to me now but my family. Because I am truly happy when I'm with them. That happiness has been so short lived ever since you left but I know my family will never leave me.
October 5, 2014
I imagined your ghost in my room late last night. You walked up to me and hugged me as I sat tear streaked on my bed. You told me to wait for you and that you love me. I stubbornly replied no to whatever you're asking of me and just kept crying while lying in your arms. A gentle gust of wind came in through the window and I thought I can feel the wind dissolving in my body, draining away the burden I have been carrying. Unconsciously, I still cried out dear what did I do to deserve this?
"What's unreal is real, what's real is unforgiving"
"Ain't sober, pretty much stoned"
Why am I still hung up on the past? When they are (put crudely) mere reflections of what one wants to portray to the public? You can take away all of my wealth, I just want my sanity back now.