The City That Never Sleeps
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posted : Thursday, October 06, 2011
 Do you ever feel like a plastic bag? Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again? Do you ever feel, you're so paper-thin, like a house of cards, one blow from caving in? Do you never feel already buried deep, 6 feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing? Gonna screw it on tight this time. No more losing it. Rightttt... Who likes to feel stupid? One who does, well.. that self-explanatory. Twentyone and so... clueless? haha. How is it that everyone, (or so it seems) is so sure and clear of what they want? How is it possible? It all seems to boil down to an inefficient allocation. ugh. econs. But true, no? Everyone is doing smth cos they should/have to. B'cos if given a choice, we'll chase our dreams (if we know what it is). Maybe not everyone is that selfish as I am. But then again, passion sustains us. Without it, it's just going about the motion. It's just... a job. Sounds horrible. That's life. BLABLABLABLABLABLA. Psycho! My brain doesn't seem to be able to function on auto-pilot mode. It goes "uhhhhhhh". not good. Cme'on Brain! Work with me. Don't sloth away. "We do what we do every night.... Try and take over the world!" |
tasha (:
