words chimed, in spite of my awareness, in a melodical warble, unconsciously beyond my control. i'm not possessed, i'm quite certain of that. it's like my mind's working in some severe spy movie, and plainly, it's betraying its master(mistress) to cling on the sane path.
for an introductory, the above should perform the trick finely..
at times, it's not that reminiscing can keep memories fresh ahead in mind, it just appears congenitally as if it was meant to at certain moments. tragically fearful, despite the right moments, when u might end up frustrated over it.. then again, i'm used to it as a routine.
so these echos has been loafing round much in my head these days, with no specific angle or direction. but that doesnt mean i'm emo-ing. it's just quaint. senses are roaming freely as though rationalism doesnt exist, merely because i'm not emo-ing.. :D
i'm appalled, terribly shocked. could it be because i'm so used to it that i feel less of the existance of it when it actually happened. or could it be that it's no longer that. but that creeps me out even more than what's freaking me out now.. :S
so for the major update, im still a little too not over it. for the less major update, im alright, juggling my emotions just as well. im doing good (:
im not a decent kid, for what i speak are not proven accurate.
im not an attentive student, for my mind travels furthest during lessons.
im not an obedient child, for i rebel internally.
but im never a rational thinker, for i believe in impossibilities.
and it's in impossibilities where i find the possibilities in making my long-visioned dream to make real, materializing my fantazied dreams.
for that, i await...
