I wish someone would go on an adventure with me. That’ll be so cool.
pooh-pooh
I’m not a secretion of a sore for you anymore. I do not matter as much. In scene how hard you say I do. In scene how much you say I do.
I just don’t get the load on how much I matter to you anymore, because I don’t. That’s how I endure it. That’s how I catch the glimpse of it. Even though that’s not how I get an earful of it.
I certainly do not like my head gets buried in the sands.
Not swallowing
The flash when both of us commit ourselves to give up, was seemingly the most throbbing feeling I ever felt, both of us didn’t even wanted to let go. Why did we? For the better and never?
Nothing’s going away anymore.
aged
I miss my period of being young, back when imagination and my flight of fancy scuttle like blood in the body. I miss it to the pinnacle, I crave to have it back. I miss my days, when I had zero and life was so mild and simple, but still it was so chock-full with everything.
Hold in High
Have you guys ever felt like dying before?
I did. Once. Yesterday night, It was bloodcurdling and it was nothing funny or amusing. It was an actual heartfelt reality, really physical, and while I’m at it, I could not stop praying so that I could just wake up and that shall only be a nightmare.
Thus, it was a holy worthy exposure. It feels like your body was on ice and fire, my lips were deadened. My body was immobilized, and then I started to feel pain at all parts of my body, it was as if, something inside your body was going to jet off. My whole body was quaking, and I have no authority over my body.
That’s when you started praying and other people started to pray for you too. In my case, my friends were lying beside me, grazing my hands, and whispering prayers in my ears. They were trying to pacify me and myself, I was praying to god to give me another chance to prevail and live, knowing that there’s so much more I would like to give others and so much more that I’d like to do. Promising that I would be an improved and better person.
It was like, everything I’ve been questioning and challenging my head all this while was answered. I felt unburden, unclog. I felt purified. All my doubts were cleared. I know I sound so flipped out, but I certainly felt what I felt. It may just be some hallucinations that I’ve been through, but it does not matter. All that matters to me is that, I’m really rejoicing I am awake, and I don’t want to feel like dying again.
To die, isn’t heavenly, if you know you haven’t done your finest in life. Things happen at times we least expected them to. It’s god’s game. Not ours. Cherish life.
-Forever my lifesavers- 11/2/2012
clog
I’ve been feeling lately. Feeling so many things at one time.
an anamnesis on the hook
The totality that I wanted to tell him, causes a chasm of tears, I crawled into his arms, and license myself to just let go. I was fucked up. Everything around me had become a figment of imagination. I hated. I wish everything vaporised, and that is by the virtue of he was the only thing I want my eyes to get a load of.
I was demoniac in heart. Every potential energy coming out from me was inflamed. Him. just for me.
I was petrified, of what I wasn’t ‘know what’s what’. My hesitancy was vicious. In other words, I was insecure. May that explains the start.
Oh Lemons.
It’s ludicrous. Everything has gone sophistical. Everything just seems to be supreme. I thought a breathing space should solve everything. I am misfigured.
