Sunday, October 31, 2010
The kind of intensified emotional roller-coaster that is slamming me up and down uncontrollably is setting my heart in deep vexation.
Why is the episode always the same? The more I want to evade, the more it seems hopeless and I can only wallow in self-empathy at the end of it.
I just want to break away. But it's just so tough because every single inch of thought related to him stirs badly.
Presence is actually worst than absence afterall, what an irony isn't it.
I just fucking hate myself now.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Adele - Chasing Pavements
I'm hooked to this song cuz it's so hauntingly awesome.
I've made up my mind,
Don't need to think it over,
if I'm wrong I am right,
Don't need to look no further,
This ain't lust,
I know this is love but,
If I tell the world,I
'll never say enough,
Cause it was not said to you,
And that’s exactly what I need to do,
If I'm in love with you,
Should I give up,
Or should I just keep chasing pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere,
Or would it be a waste?
Even If I knew my place
Should I leave it there?
Should I give up
Or should I just keep chasing pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere.
I'd build myself up,
And fly around in circles,
Wait then as my heart drops,
And my back begins to tingle
Finally could this be it,
Or Should I give up,
Or should I just keep chasing pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere,
Or would it be a waste?
Even If I knew my place
Should I leave it there?
Should I give up
Or should I just keep chasing pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere.
Should I give up,
Or should I just keep chasing pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere
Monday, October 4, 2010
Saturday, October 2, 2010
bail-less
Everything is romanticized aren't they? I always fail to see that but it is happening almost all the time.
Fallen and fell. Literally and figuratively but of two different contexts. Next, to pick myself up or to be heavily bandaged?
Extremes always work for me. It's probably either just a straight plunge-through with no qualms to end the whole languish or continuously clinging on to this familiar suffering. But now, I fear the former and I resent the latter. Bail-less again.
I wished there were no stakes, and I can visualise things as they are. No disillusionment. But everything is not in sync anymore and it sets the heart in shambles.