Dear Flea Jar...
Sunday, January 09, 2005
All these years i thought that i have moved closer and closer , after every conquest .
In the end ,to realised that all along i have not inch any closer , instead remaining on the same spot
and walking was simply an illusion, my destination was a mirage that was never there .
Its like running on a treadmill , perservering on for miles and miles but to let reality hits you when you step off the machine - that you are still on the same spot despite the fact that you have been running for so long . Where have all these miles gone to ? I feel tired , wasted .
I wear clothes of different style to mask my emotions , to show that i can be funky and look happy even though i feel sad , disappointed or dejected . Fashion keeps changing , i keep changing styles too but my heart remain , like a stone they used to say .
I wear shoes , sandals and heels to doll up my Trampled soul , to cover up that sense of misery that may leak out from my soles . You cant see them thus i assume these shoes work wonder .
I wear make up , not to be pretty , to look professional but simply to etch a kind of FACE that i intend to let you see . To hide my emotions or expressions that i could have shown if there is no make up on my face . I paint a Happy , cheerful and vibrant face . What lies underneath , no cleanser will tell .
Let the old chapter close and new ones begin . Before you realise it , the ending may be near even before you decided to end the story .
To be lost in yourself is normal , to be lost in your misery is pure torture , to be lost in this world and not realise your worth is stifling to one's soul .
I served no important role in this world, im simply here to make up numbers on this earth , one out of the billions here .
Hmm i just thought of this today, something that inspired me - Dream and achieve not what you think you will be able to do , but what you thought was impossible and way out of your reach .
Impossible is a word that takes time as a limit and underestimating one's capability .
Age is only a number , to let one look back into the past and see how far one has grown , it serves no meaning . Name is only to make many things possible and easier , not of much importance .
Penned @
1:02 AM