Life's So Complicated
Or is it really??? How much time do I need to flush out of my system the thought that I can't have what I wanted. I'm always at a momentum of seeking realities that could never be mine as much as I wanted them to be.
The feeling of hurt and anquish can't just be released due to the fact that I'm not whole yet. And if someone has the answer, I'm longing to hear it. What is it in me that I just can't let go of things and go with the rapid movement of time flawlessly, joining the forces of nature that allows me to breathe Oxygen.
My blood is red just like anybody's. But my heart never ceases to hurt. And I know when I sound like this, I'm at a point of pondering the inevitable to happen. And again, I ask: What is really inevitable for me?
Questions and always questions. Answers are present but are never accepted. But whatever reason it is, I will not loose the tiniest sanity that I still have. And is there really such a thing as sanity?
Sometimes, I want to be Veronica (Veronica Decides to Die by Paolo Coehlo). I want to be emersed in a world of make believe so that I will not fear the things that I want to do. Because when Veronica died, everything that she feared before was lost in eternity.
And so I sigh...And continue working with my stuff. I smile and continue to feed with people thoughts. I live and for whatever purpose that is. Sad to say...I am still human.
The feeling of hurt and anquish can't just be released due to the fact that I'm not whole yet. And if someone has the answer, I'm longing to hear it. What is it in me that I just can't let go of things and go with the rapid movement of time flawlessly, joining the forces of nature that allows me to breathe Oxygen.
My blood is red just like anybody's. But my heart never ceases to hurt. And I know when I sound like this, I'm at a point of pondering the inevitable to happen. And again, I ask: What is really inevitable for me?
Questions and always questions. Answers are present but are never accepted. But whatever reason it is, I will not loose the tiniest sanity that I still have. And is there really such a thing as sanity?
Sometimes, I want to be Veronica (Veronica Decides to Die by Paolo Coehlo). I want to be emersed in a world of make believe so that I will not fear the things that I want to do. Because when Veronica died, everything that she feared before was lost in eternity.
And so I sigh...And continue working with my stuff. I smile and continue to feed with people thoughts. I live and for whatever purpose that is. Sad to say...I am still human.
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