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.
Maybe it was because of the rain that sashayed down the buildings. I feel the music rumbling its way through my skin and blood. Hear the words that I'm not saying. Feel the emotions that I'm not emoting. Admit the things that I emit. Own the rocks that I omit. Yes, skeptical, quite true. But see it in the eyes of an invader, you'll know why, See me for me, baby. Don't just see through me. Look at me, see me. Ultimatums are just officials. It's the unofficial that we scurry for. Death certificates are just black and white. But death itself, it's just black. Or white. Let them ashes burn. Let them wind dance. Before I dance on your last nerve. I'd blind you with my sacrificial superficial loss. Negligence, it is but a powerful tool.
