Have you ever found a river with a water so enticing yet the inhabitants are wary, so... you couldn't drink it? Suddenly, it reminds you of a crown in a museum from a powerful Queen. You wanted to wear it but bear no synergy of whatever it takes to placed it on your head. Head with a paradise inside that was just bombed by an intercontinental ballistic missile so no thought is left useful anymore in your head. So far... your story is just about to begin but it feels like it's about to end, plainly. Like a page at the end of a book that is not counted. There's this thought again that is building up its momentum to finally transform into words. Then at last, it transformed into a vague question.
What if you're not actually walking or passing by to anywhere in your own road? That you're just standing in a place you're not supposed to? That you just haven't realized that you're just watching and listening to someone else's weeping while you digest it and started acting like it's your own sufferings. What if there is no such thing as uncertainty? That we are just being force to think twice because someone else is doing the opposite thing? What if there is no right and wrong? No destination to go to. That settling in a place actually means deciding to be nothing more than anything but a breathing vessel.
BINABASA MO ANG
Fresh Thoughts From a Rotten Brain
Ngẫu nhiênHello 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.
