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 Kristine
Holds the key to her future, is that the key to truth? wongmlk@hotmail.com Shall take ourselves to a level higher. Just because we can. We shall always be happy and do whatever we want so that we would leave this world with no regrets. This is our life to live and we should answer to no one else but ourselves. We owe our lives to no one. To speak about freedom, but not being sure if we can achieve that. But we try. I never mentioned how we should all take risks, but only calculated ones. Never do something that your conscience can't live by, you don't want to face sleepless nights. The pursuit of happiness might not be with anyone else. The pursuit of happiness can be attained by walking the road alone. There are reasons why you remain alone, but many don't understand why you choose to be alone - they can't see why you're perfectly lonely. Archives
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Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Missing out where love's supposed to be I need a fantasy. I need my fantasy. Somewhere I can get soaked into. Somewhere a task is meant for me to accomplish. My goals all set out clear for me to achieve. Somewhere where I can save others and myself. Where I wouldn't feel as Empty as I am now. What goals have I set? Where should I really be positioned at? Does the universe really need me? I seem... seem so insignificant. I want to go into the forest. Away from the city, away from people's eyes, away from their judgment, from that pressure, that expectation. I wanna tear, peel my face off. Fix on a mask, one that hides me from everything. Where no one would recognise me. I'd bond with the birds, live with the animals, make the trees my shelter, the soft leaves my bed. I'd bathe and enjoy in the oasis, in the rivers, the never ending trails of them. My soul would merge with nature. I'd pick up lost travellers. Show them where abundance of food and water can be found. Maybe showing them how life can really sustain just based on these simple necessities. But I won't be noticed, I won't be discovered, I'll disappear and then return only to do good. I'd save falling humans for now, I'm not part of them. For now I'm like the wind, knowing no boundaries. Only to call, to soothe people's minds. Or just to whisper in their ears that they're not alone. Maybe they've found an angel. But I can't afford to fail. So many would, might depend on me. People will come into the forests soon, and to begin their quests in searching for this mysterious saviour. Hiding in caves guarded by my jagaurs and clouded leopards, I'm thinking if everything would be safe. Praying secretly, wishing wildly that the jungle never changes. My trees would still flourish as they would, my animals would sing along with my charm, my everflowing life of water and the landscape never shifts. But then from inside, even though heavily guarded, I hear.. The trees' moaning cries of agony, the unmistakable whining of my wolf packs. I smell. Fire burning, scorching through the once undisturbed life. My big cats are pleading for me to save, counting on me to save this entire heaven. To them, I was like a new lease of life. I stay crumpled, curled up on the damp soil of the cave. I wasn't moving. I've lost my once hard and confidence footsteps, somewhere at my own home, where I didn't have the courage. I thought I am free, from prejudice, from human contact, where I only belonged to nature, floating past like the wind. Afterall, a leopard never changes its spots, human's nature never changes too, I assume. Soon, when everything perishes, I would hear them chant and my head will throb terribly. "It was you who brought us hope. It was you who brought us a new life. It was you who brought the jungle, our only home to the highest heights. Then again, it was you, you who tore us down. Was it just us being gullible, in thrusting the whole of our life's fruits into your hands? Or did you really convince us in believing in you? We're reduced to ashes now. You can leave, you can leave." How can they be so forgiving? How can they really let it go from the bottoms of their hearts? I was breaking down thoroughly. My sniffles soon became hideous sobs of grieve and regret. There was strong feeling that will soon pull me back to where I belong. Faith, it got me thinking, being very sure that soon again, they'll accept me. I'll prove to make them accept me, they have to. I'll learn from my mistakes. I will. I am selfish. |
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This city's made us Crazy
And we must get out |
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