a few changes but to me it's pretty much quite abit. definitely takes time to settle in and let it all just, consolidate.

i'm contented in an idiosyncratic manner, surprisingly.
(bizzaro bizzaro me)

except for the fact that someone should be right here right now.

could be imagining that things were simple
but easily i wake up not knowing what's up or went down
face flush
amnesia sucks
just one more time

longing for the one with the constant headache.

if anyone happens to recieve programs/files from me online, do not recieve because they do not serve any concrete purpose. in fact they somehow may cause harm. maybe? better be safe than sorry.

figuring out how to remove this whole virus mess which was sent unknowingly/unintentionally to me, just like how it may be sent to you. it was sent to me masked under the seemingly interesting buddy icon program. whatever it is just don't recieve.

very irrelevant.

skins which contain even that single tinge of pink
and
people saying things like 'love don't mean anything to me' and all that bullshit

suddenly make me feel awfully sick.

ever typed an entry, only to delete it just before you click 'publish post'?

owe it to the fact that people do need privacy. and in here, i reckon there's almost none.


but sometimes, i just don't like all these vagueness.

why don't we go somewhere only we know?

uncertainty is violently holding me by the neck.

threatening, torturing, intimidating.

but all i can do is, unfortunately, just about nothing.

it's hard for me to say the things
i want to say sometimes
there's no one here
but you and me
and that broken old street light

lock the doors
we'll leave the world outside
all i've got to give to you
are these five words when i

thank you for loving me
for being my eyes
when i couldn't see
for parting my lips
when i couldn't breathe
thank you for loving me
thank you for loving me

i never knew i had a dream
until that dream was you
when i look into your eyes
the sky's a different blue

cross my heart
i wear no disguise
if i tried you'd make believe
that you believed my lies

thank you for loving me
for being my eyes
when i couldn't see
for parting my lips
when i couldn't breathe
thank you for loving me

you pick me up when i fall down
you ring the bell before they count me out
if i was drowning you would part the sea
and risk your own life to rescue me

altruism.

feelings of apprehension, yet again.

basking in this nail-biting, bullet sweating tight spot does absolutely nothing but contribute to melancholic, dispirited despondency.

pursuits of inquisition have been perhaps, only purely factual and partial. synoptic, fractional elucidation. blatantly embraced by equivocal, ambivalent skepticism. yet the daunting oblivion. or even the probable deduction that something, somewhere, somehow has gone haywire.

i'm beginning to feel the turbulence.

Confession
Frantisek Halas (1901 - 1949)

touched by all that love is
i draw closer toward you
saddened by all that love is
i run from you

surprised by all that love is
i remain alert in stillness
hurt by all that love is
i yearn for tenderness

defeated by all that love is
at the truthful mouth of the night
forsaken by all that love is
i will grow toward you

i will grow toward you.

rolliepollie good job :)

well well still pending, several more hours to go.

as good as it gets

no doubt, a greater sense of foreboding than before.

but some issues or rather certain opinions can't be forced upon another cause when done so, several misconceptions and unwanted misunderstandings may arise.

they could very well ruin things and all that can't be risked. because everything has to be untainted. everything has to be good. but how good can it get? 'some issues or rather certain opinions' are just getting in the way!

perfect timing, i must say.

i sit back and await to see. i sit back and anticipate, actually. but is all this called for? well i don't know.

like every other year, this one marks a possible chance for the renewal of karma.

drop it like it's hot