Woke Up on a Concrete

Walking between roaring conscience. Depleted because of paradoxical nonsense. Life is choosing they said. But how if, after all, what you choose ain't no things you need?

You need a good balance to walk between two unalike ways.
Don't make people as the excuses. Yes, life can be so confusing, only if you insist on making it so.

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Every breath is blessing.


Be like the sun, shining with light.
Be like a rose, spreading its fragrance in every path.
Be like the Earth, humble and wise.
Be like the rain, pouring all your love to every soul.



Happy fasting! Be grateful, keep calm and conquer the lust. <3

"No, I'm Sid"

I know.
There are several movies that you've watched for almost million times. You tuned in the dvd player or probably just your mediocre laptop, even better the big flashy iMac.
Put in the disk or open the file. Or maybe like me, downloading the AVI player first.
Then you're ready to get stunned.
What are you looking for?
I keep a film, my most favorite, here in my personal USB flash disk. Probably you do the same too.
Watching the same movie. Keep repeating the favorite part. Keep listening to the same quote. Though, I already remember it well. So do you, yes?
Then why? Why keep replaying the same beauties? The quirks. The awkward moments.
A part of getting addicted. A part of being into the film.
Or is it because of the story? Because it is merely alike..with yours?

The scene. The quotes. The people.
Anyway, what's yours? The favorable of mine is the Ikea part and Sid-Nancy conversation.

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I look high and low. I stop.

It's my window pane. Staring too long. Bite my own lips. Wishing they were yours.

Anyway, this is not funny. And this is not entertaining.

Because longing for you means I'm losing you.

No one practically wins.

We, people, tend to get hurt by our own feelings. And sometimes, it hurts very much.

I wish I were better than this. At least to make things fine.

Solitude

Is it a bliss to feel a solitude between busy days?
Or is it a curse? Because there's something missing.
And what is missing left a hole.

No, not a big one. Very tiny, yet very hollow. Very sickening.

Is that a bliss to feel that way?
To walk around and feel nothing and numb.
Or is that a curse because the sparks disappear, the surprises vanish
and left me clueless, too senseless, and anesthetized?

Is it scary to enjoy the solitude?
To long for its pain which sometimes hits very hard yet in a long period
until I hardly can feel it. Or feel you.
Or is it a bliss? Tell me.