You don't need lucidity to find joy. Joy is where you decide to put your heart at. There's just something about words that I love, that works in sync with codes. Solituditary, writing, imagination. Those, are my favourites.
So hey. This is my blog. I love writing. The posts and titles here are inspired from real life world and experiences.
Typing about hurt doesn't make me a sadist.
Typing about heartbreaks doesnt mean im on post-break up denial.
Typing about love and crushes doesn't mean im in love.
Typing about death doesn't make me an emo kid.
We are all more in depth than the naked eye can see. I hate being ridiculed.
I think I won't be uploading as much photos here now that Facebook is available. Read on, comment, whatever.
Enjoy articulating or connecting my words with your life. Welcome.
It's ridiculous. But I'm hoping. It's a fantasy gone wrong. But I'm missing. Blame it on the silent inhibitions. Or maybe the holocaust before that made me loco. I guessed the only thing that made your heart beat at an advanced-aerobics-class was that you started to hope. It gave you the same sinking feeling. You made a right choice of not committing. I'm gonna tell you that next time Mr Gut says don't, he meant don't.
