Tuesday, April 10, 2007
i envy robots, there is less hesitation.
make that none.
humans lose their soul and dumbed down. there is a loss of human instinct and capacity to think.we now can judge and claim that it is dystopia. But the irony is that when Man are reduced to such imbecile creatures, he does not realise an otherwise potential and therefore he is pretty much happy being dumb and clueless. we who think we are oh-so-great since we can think and perceive. don't you see we are the one who is suffering just because of the very reason we think we are superior? the paradox is a mockery.
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it hurts somewhere inside.
it is physical and it is emotional.i'm not talking about open wounds or a bloody torso. neither the tears you cry when you feel your head is made of lead and you're heart is but a thin liquid-filled membrane. its deeper than even inside ur skull or in between your stained ribs. its incomprehensible but in existence. its the root, the core of all other kinds of pain imaginable. think about it and you'll know its true.
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don't like me for me.
like me for the colour of my fingernails,
maybe the perfume i wear,
or the clothes i adorn.
could be the way i pretend to be someone else,
perhaps the greens in my pockets,
probably the cars in my garage.
might be my voice,
the colour of my eyes,
even down to the fullness of my lips.
because then i'll have less reasons to like you back.
when sometimes, it is much easier to stand on the outside looking in instead of the one inside being injected relentlessly with compassion that inevitably leads to tragedy. you think helplessness is the worse feeling on earth. try obligation.
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i can say i love you.
but do i love you enough?
you can say you love me.
but do you love me enough?
maybe, instead.
is love itself enough?
don't argue and say love can't be measured because i know it can't. but yet again, don't be a fool and insist because love is being measured all the time. its blatant in the words that come out of your sinful lips. and also in the actions of your stubborn body.
i love you. if you look at it through a kaleidoscope, isn't those three words in itself a comparison of subject 'you' and 'i'?
i love you too. isnt the word 'too' added to match up with what was said previously?
theres nothing i can type about the last question that won't come out a little too refined or nonchalant.
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when boldness eradicates the possibility of truth.
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the two extremes:
1. too much it becomes a tangled mass of mess.
2. too empty its more excruciating then a vacuum.
irony: they both narrow down to the exact same feeling.
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conclusion: if you're confused about anything in this post, its just because you're sane.
thought about it on 10:50 PM