Magical TurnAbout-- Let Me Spin A Tale, A ThouSaNd LighTs, A StaGe as Grande

Saturday, July 21, 2007

This past week was not a sane ride. It's full of bumpy roads and skewed paths. Every step I took seemed to end somewhere terrible or in some godforsakken place.
The feeling is horrible and ripped me apart inside out. Many a times, I feel like screaming or just shutting myself away from this 'dump' of a world, that's suppposed to be this hot, tropical island but turns out like some wretched demon-controlled world. Yes, i use these strong, provactive words but besides doing this, I seriously dunno what else I can do to ease that bout of strong emotions within me.
I don't want to be negative because I will seem like such a hypocrite doing it. I consoled people and tried to cheer them up. But, when actually i am the one who needs some cheering up. This is not really about stress because which sensible being in this "work-dominated" world of ours don't have?
Well, it might be the people. It might be the events. It might just be nothing and i'm just feeling rotten. I don't usually sink to that level because i believe every thing has a way out of the pothole. i still do believe. But, just not this week i guess. 'Cause it doesn't show me any mercy that every self-respecting being would have pleaded for.
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You think you are wrong in your ways.
I think I am too.
But, neither of us would make the first move,
to apologise.

It's because of that incident, ain't it?
It's because of that fateful night, not?
You caused a stir;
hollered at the top of your voice.
I stood stunned.
But, i recovered from the initial shock
And, everything seemed so surreal.
I don't even understand why it's happening.

I didn't think i was wrong.
Like every hormone-raging 17yr old,
I stood up.
And, I stopped short.
Because explanations were not necessary anymore.

The battle ensued.

I lost.
You lost.

But, what's left hanging:
A strained relationship.
And, a pair of strangers.

p.s. ignore this post. I m not even sure what i'm writing. This is quite emo. well, one can be granted the freedom of being emo once in a while, right? esp when things go awry.

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