There's nothing left to beg forI might be a little high on "excitement" on my previous entry... I got my head stuck in cloud nine somewhere that I don’t realize... I have to come back down to earth as everything that goes up must come down... the fall back to earth has knock some sense (and reality) back into me... I was so taken by the experience that I forgot to look into the mirror and see the horror that people around me have to put up with everyday... so now I’m back in sync with the reality... no matter how much I try... to the masses I’m still just another face in the crowd... too ordinary to notice too regular to be a stand out... I know this might just be the pessimist in me taking over the optimism i felt yesterday.. But it is also the truth of this sick sad world we live in... Looks matter... money matter and above all... everyone has price... it's a question of how much are you willing to pay for him/her... price can be anything other than just money... the truth hurts... because there is no perfect world... where everyone is equal... our heart are corrupted by forces none of us had a defense for... but hey that's just me.. other people have their own view on life ... I am just trying to make me see the logic in me being so down after reaching such heights on Saturday... I guess that's the power girls have on me... they could turn an otherwise ordinary and dull day to a wonderful one... just by smiling and acting the way they do...
longing for belonging
outside, looking in
sampling emotions
an umbrella for the rainy days
inside looking outward
lurking for an opening
longing for belonging
outside, looking in
wandering thoughts
a silent question
"how must have it felt like?"
to belong, to believe and to be loved
outside, looking in
wasted on excitement
jealousy breeds anger
to belong on the inside
lurking for an opening
longing for belonging
inside, looking outward
guilty pleasures
ashamed by the joy
awkward sense of acceptance
outside, looking in
longing for belonging
inside, looking out
lurking for an opening
1 comment:
Abu, stop beating yourself up or i'll REALLY beat you up.
You are getting there, believe me. Ingat tak dulu when you are afraid even to talk on the phone? Now dah can converse with strangers ok!
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