a clandestine war deep within, that of priorities against that of time. it is a story of how i wish to accomplish many things in life, how i wish for time to freeze for me as i seek the light at the end of the tunnel..
the world have been plagued heavily of disease, her people fighting the endless war against meaningless affluence, young and old. the youthful indulge in chasing the riches, while that of the old go against the odds to salvage their children's mishaps. melancholy falls upon the land. the bees are dying; the icebergs melting.
i can't help but feel sad, as darkness befalls.
suddenly i wish profanities doesn't exist, for i feel it a medium of disgust since it being just words of greater creativity. i vow to use less of them, cause i think it is really bad
i realised that i've developed a phobia of swimming just recently, but as long as i cannot see the bottom, that is in waters clear enough like that of swimming pools, i'm okay. argh somehow deep waters just startle me, and i think someday i'll have to overcome that.
i stared out of the windscreen of the cab i was in this afternoon, as raindrops started hammering its way onto the glass panel. a single swear escaped my mouth, though indeliberate and inconsequential, directed towards the recent spate of erratic weather patterns. i was sorry for it but i think it just ruined my day. saturday too, and then i thought if there could be negotiation with the weather god. in my opinion, lightnings are just how heaven takes pictures of us, with the camera's flash on, and the streak of electricity just being that of face-detectors
i look forward to a greater, brighter tomorrow. to flowers blooming, and a life in those bees again
