Monday, September 28, 2009

Take cover, the cynic got out of the bag!

I got 12 minutes.. 12 minutes to prepare this experience.
Lets see.. For starters we have something that ll keep your tongue and mind busy.
The light at the end of the tunnel? hmm..
Ha. Well i got news for you, that's the big white light teasing you, the divine light calling you to the unknown, when you're done stumbling your way through the dark and finally get derailed. That's right, its the light to a new life, when you're done living this one, entirely in the dark. The tunnel doesn't represent a dark phase of your life, the goddamn tunnel is your life!
What? appetite for life not yet satisfied? okay, make way for the grand main course.
I present to you my very own realization. That's right honey, you can stop waiting. This is a meal for one. You sure you can chew up loneliness, regret, heartache all by yourself? But that's not even the best part, you might wanna add that sauce, something i call humanity's au naturel selfishness.. Good stuff huh? Yeah, i know its quite a mouthful to swallow. Yepp the healing has to make its way all the way down, so you can finally stomach all that heavy stuff. Quit looking around, there's no one coming to help you finish up your meal, besides wheres the fun in that?!
But don't sweat, i promise you dessert will definitely be the cherry on top of your cake full of worries! Wow, that's a large bite outta life you took there! Only now I'm pretty sure you cant tell the sweet from the bitter memories.
Oh poor you, now the clothes that you wear, you know the fake smiles and false laughs, don't fit you anymore? Whats the matter? Scared that all the designer stitched superficiality labeled you as perfect, only to slowly expose your insides burning with the digestion of your not so perfect body anymore?
Now, now, don't you cry! Its ruining your makeup that has so conveniently covered up your sleep deprived eyes! Hush!, there's no need to fret. I assure you, these are just symptoms of growing up. A common gastric disorder, i assure you!
Its simple, as you grow older, the need to fulfill desires and your appetite for temptation multiplies. I suggest you be wary then and watch out for snares waiting to get hold of your naivety. If the craving continues, i recommend vommitting. That's right, skip the digestion and let it all out undigested and unsolved. Course there are side effects, such as dizziness from confusion and guilt. Also, i warn you of the smell of the memory, that is most likely to linger on.
Whoops! I hear the timer, looks like my 12 minutes are up. That's my cue to disappear back into the kitchen that is presently smoky with over cooked uncertainty!
Hope you've enjoyed your meal, its been a pleasure serving you!
Ahaa! Found the source of the smoke, its my brain and heart frying on the pan of life.
Bheja fry :D
Chow, duty calls!

P.S Im not going to apologize for my lack of finesse or style. You want heart to heart, well this is my heart speaking, torn out and served on a platter. It depends how you like your meat, rare, medium, well done, or in this case, raw! And im not going to apologize for my bitter cynical thoughts. Right now, that seems like the only way to go about moving on in this reality. So don't crush my spirit. So yeah suck on that you happy content whole peaceful person. I feel sorry for YOU!!

Song to listen to : Shes a genius by Jet.. killer!

Monday, May 11, 2009

If I could walk on water

If I could walk on water, I would promise you everything.
If I could walk on water, I would never have to lie.
If I could walk on water, I would love you always and forever, conditionally.
If I could walk on water, I would never ever give up on life.
If I could walk on water, I would cross oceans to just to see your, everything.

If it were in our hands. To defy the laws of nature. What would the world become?
If I could touch the moon and reach the bottom of the ocean, and if every probability was a definite possibility, would miracles no more be regarded as something divine or special?
If the extraordinary was the order of the day, what would be our ordinary? If extravagence and perfection were used as a measure to live, where does simplicity find its place?
If all surfaces were as brittle as glass, breaking through isnt a struggle anymore.
If everything that were miles away were now within reach, if emotions were a consequence to something impersonal, if provocation and persuasion aroused from something shallow, how can we define depth?
Easy come, easy go. Effortless.

If life were perfect, would it finally be worth living?

If I could walk on water, I wouldnt be living, but dreaming..

Song to listen to : Storm by Lifehouse