rather dinnedly, history had been acted out twice, or perhaps more. i'd rather scrub of the stains of the past, even if i callously have to. the present is too identical, the future has gone exceedingly vague. the next moments seem ages away, and im stuck in this particular one.
fourteen years and more, had gone just like that. yes, like that, with no ostensible significance. a nerd but a terrible student, a smilemaker but a deep thinker, a blurr kid but sometimes philosophically sage and whatever other superfluous elements added.
i think im one hell of a faker.
it's true.
i smile too much that sometime, i think im immuned.
it's not that i deliberately neglect at times. the truth is, im so mentally wedged, and with these extra trouble here which im so unfortunately born with, i just cant help but to elude all these. and hence, i couldnt be bothered. if you cant comprehend, then dont.
what more could i demand?
i just need some warmth and whatever more that would generate more of it..
and you'd just have to defeat me wordless every other time with a simple, 'sorry, im busy'.
***
the spinning fan killed the silence, the blasting music murdered serenity..
sometimes, the lucentivity of the skies, revealing the premium of blue splashed across the skyline, makes me wonder how simple life could be.. and how blissful each moment could be, if only it is valued.
the globe revolves, things mutate and people change.
one moment you love, and the next you might abominate and condemn badly.
but didnt you relish in that one moment of love?
think, think..there's a lot out there that you've passed trailless.
turn back, leave a trail there and your heart at the same time.
and move on..
"this innocence is brilliant"
