i am the black sheep
6 December 2014
05:14 PM
[Black Sheep]
You are the black sheep in the family that nobody needs.
They are like a million dollar painting, waiting to be bid off for a million dollar more, and it's like staring at the most beautiful scenery. A scenery of the tallest mountains, rocky waterfalls, greenest trees, and flowers of the most colourful ones. And whenever you come into the picture, nimbus clouds would start to gather to form ugly dark colours and it is almost like walking into a group of praying monks.
It is awkward. And they will stop laughing and the air becomes so thick that you cannot cut even with the sharpest katana. Keep running until your legs give out because you are just a burden, a scum nobody wants.
You always keep up this facade of indifference when it comes to things, and they think you are made of metal. And just because it is armor does not mean there is no flesh underneath all of these clothes.
Everything keeps bottled up because you want it to be that way. Bottle it up, up, up, until it has no choice but to overflow with despair, bursting out like fire mountains. Spurting lavas, magmas and everything in between, destroy everything on its path bereft of mercy, just destroy everything everythingeverything.
They think you do not feel emotions, you are not human enough to feel them. You are made of metal, artificial, and a robot. How you wish you were, though. You are still human after all. Something of flesh, blood, and stupid stupid emotions. Humans are slaves to their emotions, feeling things like empathy or sympathy, judging everyone and everything, because they can not care less about the universe.
You wonder if they see this, they will guffaw their guts out and laugh laugh laugh because you are being sentimental and such an idiot because they do not know how it feels like, how YOU live like.
Maybe if you die and let this be your last letter they would mourn you,
or just take it to hell with your burning soul.
05:14 PM
[Black Sheep]
You are the black sheep in the family that nobody needs.
They are like a million dollar painting, waiting to be bid off for a million dollar more, and it's like staring at the most beautiful scenery. A scenery of the tallest mountains, rocky waterfalls, greenest trees, and flowers of the most colourful ones. And whenever you come into the picture, nimbus clouds would start to gather to form ugly dark colours and it is almost like walking into a group of praying monks.
It is awkward. And they will stop laughing and the air becomes so thick that you cannot cut even with the sharpest katana. Keep running until your legs give out because you are just a burden, a scum nobody wants.
You always keep up this facade of indifference when it comes to things, and they think you are made of metal. And just because it is armor does not mean there is no flesh underneath all of these clothes.
Everything keeps bottled up because you want it to be that way. Bottle it up, up, up, until it has no choice but to overflow with despair, bursting out like fire mountains. Spurting lavas, magmas and everything in between, destroy everything on its path bereft of mercy, just destroy everything everythingeverything.
They think you do not feel emotions, you are not human enough to feel them. You are made of metal, artificial, and a robot. How you wish you were, though. You are still human after all. Something of flesh, blood, and stupid stupid emotions. Humans are slaves to their emotions, feeling things like empathy or sympathy, judging everyone and everything, because they can not care less about the universe.
You wonder if they see this, they will guffaw their guts out and laugh laugh laugh because you are being sentimental and such an idiot because they do not know how it feels like, how YOU live like.
Maybe if you die and let this be your last letter they would mourn you,
or just take it to hell with your burning soul.