Seriously. Epic drama where the tired ones are the supporting characters, good Samaritan suffers while the swindler is having the time of his/her life, rain pelting down ONLY when I’m outdoors, what’s not to hate?
I understand that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but honestly saying, I’ve seen more attractive lavatories.
Sometimes it’s the X-factor that you look out for, but it’s the only thing you never see.
It’s sad to know that sometimes innocence is just another way of saying ignorance; in the same way that sometimes personality is just another way of saying belief.
I’m feeling more and more lifeless by the day. I just hope that it stops being metaphorical and starts getting literal. Right about now would be nice.
Adieu to y’all.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Remember the Terms, Please.
Done some thinking during yesterday’s rather appalling day, frankly, and realized maybe I should call it quits. Because this is more than what I signed up for. It’s like signing up for a job as driver then made to be part of a bank job. Sure, it’s my job to drive around, but not be the driver for a heist that will land me in prison.
And y’all have got to realize that asking me to do what you’re asking of me will only work in the same way as digging a grave with a spanner will work; that by the time you’re done, so much time has passed you might as well bury yourself in the very same hole.
Subtly adding terms to my contract don’t work, in case you have a not so commendable memory. You have doubts? Questions? A problem with amending it? The solution is simple. Fire me.
And it’s the last week. Only when I am in the very same position do I not agree with what the bunch is saying; ‘there isn’t much time left, let’s focus on the job’. Right. If so, stop asking questions. Because after all, you bunch are unaware of my terms to begin with. I agreed to help carry the burden whenever I can, not fill a gap or take a responsibility.
But then again, I don’t blame you. You bunch don’t know me well enough. No one who hasn’t will ever want to. Probably the same for those who already know me well.
Adieu to y’all. Think about it, because I certainly have.
And y’all have got to realize that asking me to do what you’re asking of me will only work in the same way as digging a grave with a spanner will work; that by the time you’re done, so much time has passed you might as well bury yourself in the very same hole.
Subtly adding terms to my contract don’t work, in case you have a not so commendable memory. You have doubts? Questions? A problem with amending it? The solution is simple. Fire me.
And it’s the last week. Only when I am in the very same position do I not agree with what the bunch is saying; ‘there isn’t much time left, let’s focus on the job’. Right. If so, stop asking questions. Because after all, you bunch are unaware of my terms to begin with. I agreed to help carry the burden whenever I can, not fill a gap or take a responsibility.
But then again, I don’t blame you. You bunch don’t know me well enough. No one who hasn’t will ever want to. Probably the same for those who already know me well.
Adieu to y’all. Think about it, because I certainly have.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Immortal Journey
As I open the door to my personal sanctuary,
I prepared myself to leave this eternal winter,
Leaving a print behind in the bitter cold,
Knowing that it will eventually,
Be erased by the raging snow.
How I wish I could be,
In the spring that I could only see,
Through a window into a different world,
One so close yet so far from me.
I stare on into the unattainable comfort,
Knowing I need to again tread the blizzard,
To leave the twinkling hope behind,
And unreal desires out of mind.
Perhaps I can find comfort in chaos,
Or establish order in anxiety,
Perhaps I can find meaning in the mundane,
And make a living in this barren, winter wasteland.
I prepared myself to leave this eternal winter,
Leaving a print behind in the bitter cold,
Knowing that it will eventually,
Be erased by the raging snow.
How I wish I could be,
In the spring that I could only see,
Through a window into a different world,
One so close yet so far from me.
I stare on into the unattainable comfort,
Knowing I need to again tread the blizzard,
To leave the twinkling hope behind,
And unreal desires out of mind.
Perhaps I can find comfort in chaos,
Or establish order in anxiety,
Perhaps I can find meaning in the mundane,
And make a living in this barren, winter wasteland.
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