After a few hours of thinking and folding towels, I saw what my life has been like for the past two weeks. In retrospective, two weeks ago I was the witch whom people would make fun of; last week made me notice what's good in friendship and what a friend truly is; this weekend experience made me realize I need to be more proper and act with dignity; and today was just lonely. But no biggie, it will all get better once all is done. Long story short ... I need to find a new place to live.
It just doesn't seem fair that when something starts getting somehow better, the rest of the things surrounding that event fall apart. It's been two days in hours since sunday and it doesn't fit in mind the picture of that night. Things need to settle before I start posting any works, besides, the copyrighting isn't done yet. Hopefully by next month this blog would have something interesting to look at, for the moment all I have is this:
A superfluous hope arouses your mind.
One, that kills your imagination.
Now it’s your decision … you enter the daily theater because of your insecurity.
And everybody claps, except for you.
Standing in the middle of the stage when the moment arrives,
A strange clapping measures your act.
The curtain raises and your smile hides under the make up of a fake buffoon.
Your eyes deceive and nobody looks … meanwhile … everyone shake your hand.
The vague hypocrisy has entered your pores.
And to please society, is your purpose.
That holds your days and nights.
Your life is dead, and that’s why it’s only a play (a children game)
You are the social prototype
You don’t think on living … only in acting
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