In every action and thought
But I see another hope
that needs to be crushed.
Retards. Fucktards. Whatever you want to call them.
Ragged feeling. Like nothing really matters.
And yet, there are certain things in life that leave behind scars. Serving as painful reminders of mistakes from the past.
I wish I had an endless supply of Benson & Hedges to smoke the hell out of my mind for the rest of this night along with all the silence I can muster.
And: I like Benson & Hedges for the name and nothing really else.
And after the templated coaching, you're going to know when exactly someone is using which cue and you'll automatically be bored. There's going to be #nothingdifferent about life or humans then.
Tonight I want to write an ode to the Sea and the Moon. Perhaps I won't because this body and mind of mine is quite worn out this night and no purpose seems worth a pursuit.
I have no idea where I am, what I am doing, or why. Okay, may be I do literally (typing this post on my phone on the way back home because this thought occurred to me) but not quite metaphorically.
Explicitly or secretly,
For an acknowledgement
Of what we say
And what we don't.
We're human, we make mistakes, we learn.
And when we read something interesting,
We sometimes want to save it
for a breakfast table conversation
Or some such
But eventually don't.
I want to claim Master status in the #artoffakingit. It doesn't refer to anything carnal. There. Did I plant a silly thought in your mind? Good. #missionaccomplished
Why do I find myself drawn to a certain craziness in some people :|?
The rest aren't worth a thought anyway.
But. Ugh. It's too obvious a pattern and I (secretly don't) wish I don't fall for it again.
Ugh. People. People, people, people.
I realised on a cab ride to work that the only flower I pretty much truly like and appreciate is the Bougainvillea. They're so light and beautiful with no strong scent.
Stop your pretense.
You had no idea you would
Get that beautiful picture
When you clicked.
Neither did you forsee
That bad composition
You so promptly deleted
Without a trace.
Making it seem
Like nothing was ever
Without your expectation
And as I try swimming through the everydays, moments from yore count for precious little breaths. It's not as if they're never again to be.
There will be time
How do you survive in the midst of people who genuinely don't follow the fine aspects of any form of art that's close to you and ask if you're drunk when you talk or write about it?
(In short, those who lack quality ilakiya, oviya and isai rasanai.)
Well, you put up with it, I suppose.
And I see but
Shadows of people
That I don't seem to understand
And all I want to say is:
Get back to your old, old self.
(Well, it holds good for me too!)
If irritated with unwarranted comments, sugar coats, and with ones that are myopic, or critics because they want to be:
Let the steam off.
Count backwards from whichever one you want.
Tell yourself that nothing or no one is worth it for however many times you want.
Try not to swear whenever possible. Sometimes though, this might help:
Die. Just please die.
Did you feel me mentally kicking you out of my life? Boy, can you be irritating!"
Moments within moments,
Tied to an eternal
Leap of faith.
Whither drifts the raft,
Thither goes the soils of life
And the soul of eyes,
Wispy and tardy.
Not for too long, friend.
The Corporate blood
It runs through veins
takes over dear,
like a trap
the open sky
aren't far away,
Just as dainty candlesticks
That cast their shadow
On the warm, heavy
by the fireplace,
So will one life