The war never gave me the idea of fighting back. It just made me realized that if every one is screaming, be the only silence.
If the menacing weapons are positioned right in front of you like a game in a caravan where you're the target, don't even dodge. Only then you would realized that you don't have to make everything stop. That you're to push the 'off' button for yourself alone. After all, what's the used of covering yourself when you're just a sacrificial animal for such an elusive notion of peace? That's it.
Dying ain't radical. Every one would fall into it eventually. Saying this doesn't mean I'm suicidal. Death is not something I recognized as an escape. Never. I am just doing what has to be done. War? For peace? Well, rest in peace for that stupid objective.
(Not literally using war. The thing is we all have our own battles)
BINABASA MO ANG
Fresh Thoughts From a Rotten Brain
RandomHello readers! I know there isn't one of you who's interested in my thoughts but anyways who cares? I write out of pure intent to express my thoughts. You know, quarantine got me thinking like Ima poetic little kid of worries.
