Some days what i consider as inspiration turns out to be the illusion....I feel like I live in different dimensions. Society wants something, situation demands another, and my heart poised somewhere else, feeling one way, acting another..Some days I let my suffering ripen..but kept well-hidden... Some days want to find a new interpretation of myself... These days helplessness is often a driving force to me..the more it delves me into confusion, the stronger my will to break out of it. In the midst of loss I discovered how strong and capable I am, and that I don't give up,I cave in... these are my gifts. I don’t share my problems, I don’t show how miserable I am, I hide it in me! I loop around my own gravity till I completely fall apart.. But my wishes sometimes whisper slowly for helping soul to restore me.
Every each day the dismal responsibilities and “to do list” dutifully disseminate their misery..but, nothing is happening except writing and planning...the luxury of my creative mind!!!..so many things to do, I have such a short time in hand, everything around me makes me insane and I won’t be surprise if I lose my sanity.. wish there was someone who can feel the shoes i'm in and the pressure I’m absorbing!.Its not easy to live in the three dimensions of life simultaneously.....I try to be untainted by future and reality..logic..or reason..and to be happy with my sweet disposition.
I don’t laugh much these days; usually I fake it, it's easier to answer and hiding tomes of stories underneath your face!...In fact, I don’t feel very much these days. Just an unavoidable numbness that surrounds me, envelops me, swallows me. At most I can either feel a certainly small amount of pain or anger; absolute pure rage at nothing.
Not feeling very philosophical lately,
probably a good thing. Some days i am told by my brain....that I've exhausted
my quota of recognizable human thoughts.. i wonder how much of 'me' is
withheld from me and how much of 'me' is revealed ....these days everything trying so hard, so soooooo hard to
make me an accidental pessimist...but I’m holding myself strong with the hope some point life gonna drop something special, exactly the way i want everything to be... Searching for lil help, lil heads up, a lil push back
seems so hard to find .... happiness is so speculative, freaky and
never first hand for me...just the self-love remains... But luckily somehow
life protects my vulnerable emotions and gives them a longer, decisive
destiny...!!