who says there needs to be a title?
Sing to me the song of the stars.
Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again.
When it feels like my dreams are so far
Sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again.
-Only hope
isdf in the midst of thundering projects and roaring assignments, the storm is almost here.
and yet, the skies will be clear soon. a few more weeks to go.
how time flies.
caught in the midst of everything. again.
asking the meaning of things. again.
holding on the old values.
in search of the glow at the end of tunnel.
seekers of the light.
creatures of the night.
the race.
the pulse.
the squeak.
the urge.
the cheese?
***
Quote
"it doesnt matter anymore. it used to matter. now, it dont"
"huh.. y? it's impt, isnt it?"
" it is. thats y it matter then. but not now"
"so how do u define whether it matters a not? then and now?"
"u internally evaluate. at each step of the way"
"then, nothing will ever matter. because you are slowly justifying for urself that things will not matter in the future. so you might as well not care abt it now. you are going to give it up anway, why care now? it will flow away with time anyway."
"yah. thats what i mean."
" that's scary"
"huh. y?"
" because that's indifference. there is nothing scarier than indifference. you are not feeling anything. you're like dead. you dont like it or dislike it. you are indifferent. whether it happens a not, it doesnt matter, cuz you couldnt be bothered with it. that's indifference. and its scary"
*thinks*
"i'll think abt it"
a conversation from long ago. it was on the bus. strange that i remember it. and to recall it now. strange. perhaps, there's a meaning. i miss the talks. nothing fascinates me more than the ability of man to feel. he feels, thinks and writes. that's what fascinates. but perhaps, the realm means isolation too. of complication, of unexplored terrorities that people rather not explore into. of feelings, emotions, and thoughts.
in tribute
all these years
of search
for the mirror
that reflects
my soul
walked the mountains,
braved the seas.
never have
i
found the missing me.
you are there
all the while
within my realm of sight
why have i not seen?
Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again.
When it feels like my dreams are so far
Sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again.
-Only hope
isdf in the midst of thundering projects and roaring assignments, the storm is almost here.
and yet, the skies will be clear soon. a few more weeks to go.
how time flies.
caught in the midst of everything. again.
asking the meaning of things. again.
holding on the old values.
in search of the glow at the end of tunnel.
seekers of the light.
creatures of the night.
the race.
the pulse.
the squeak.
the urge.
the cheese?
***
Quote
"it doesnt matter anymore. it used to matter. now, it dont"
"huh.. y? it's impt, isnt it?"
" it is. thats y it matter then. but not now"
"so how do u define whether it matters a not? then and now?"
"u internally evaluate. at each step of the way"
"then, nothing will ever matter. because you are slowly justifying for urself that things will not matter in the future. so you might as well not care abt it now. you are going to give it up anway, why care now? it will flow away with time anyway."
"yah. thats what i mean."
" that's scary"
"huh. y?"
" because that's indifference. there is nothing scarier than indifference. you are not feeling anything. you're like dead. you dont like it or dislike it. you are indifferent. whether it happens a not, it doesnt matter, cuz you couldnt be bothered with it. that's indifference. and its scary"
*thinks*
"i'll think abt it"
a conversation from long ago. it was on the bus. strange that i remember it. and to recall it now. strange. perhaps, there's a meaning. i miss the talks. nothing fascinates me more than the ability of man to feel. he feels, thinks and writes. that's what fascinates. but perhaps, the realm means isolation too. of complication, of unexplored terrorities that people rather not explore into. of feelings, emotions, and thoughts.
in tribute
all these years
of search
for the mirror
that reflects
my soul
walked the mountains,
braved the seas.
never have
i
found the missing me.
you are there
all the while
within my realm of sight
why have i not seen?
Sprinkled upon a star
on Saturday, October 14, 2006 at 5:37 AM.
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