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Eighty six four hundred seconds

Gotta tell them that we love them while we've got the chance to say,

Rippling merge.

; Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Get up, dust yourself, and off you go.


That phrase above is dedicated to all those that feel down in the muck about their damn fucked up results. Mine is fucked up anyway. So in a way it is a note to self too ;3 In the end, we are all just human. We go up into the clouds sometimes but for the most of it we stay on the deep, brown earth. The earth that we walk on, stay on is never, and will never be even. It'll have rocks, bumps, cracks, holes, pot holes, (assholes) and all other sorts of mumbo-jumbo. We would fall. We would trip. We may have a scraped knee, a fracture, a broken bone, whatever you want, depending on how hard and bad your fall was. But in the end, we heal. Not say in the end. I only believe that we heal because we want to, not because of time. You can't pick at your open wound continuously or keep bending the flesh that keeps your arm intact and command it, expect it to heal in just a *poof*. It's naive. It takes effort, patience and much care for the skin to be fully patched up. Though that patch of skin, without the usual care and stuff would break again 'cause it, well, let's just say that it'll leave its mark saying 'DON'T EVER FORGET'. Creepy. But, yeah, that's reality, that's the world that we live in.

Today I saw someone go crazy. Though I admit, I was crazier than that then. At that point of time, I found it stupid. With a jolt, I found out that I was looking at a broken reflection of myself. I was scolding myself. It was stupid. I felt stupid. Stupid stupid stupid me. I don't know. But, well, you can call me a busybody or what so pretty ever, but... I don't know. I felt the... need. To help her out of her mess. Kinda the very same mess that I was stuck in not long ago. Though it's not like I'm totally untangled from it. Not that I'm totally free from it. I can still feel it's shadowy, cobweb-like threads around my arms, legs, body and hair. It's kinda a strangle-ly feeling but, well, I'll live through it. I'm an optimist ;D

Ah. And. Aiee. Urhum. I'm sorry for doing that stupid stunt at that time. Stupid's not the word, I know, but it is stupid. So yeah. Sorry for the scare caused. Sorry sorry sorry. I know that this doesn't sound sincere and I look and sound like a coward apologizing to you guys here, but well, I've gotta face it. I've got a cowardly side. So yeah. Sorry again about that ;x