tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357588872024-03-25T01:43:40.779+08:00deelusionalturrets of sensible non-sense.
dive into that deep divide.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger657125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35758887.post-50399829570674961252022-10-05T22:52:00.002+08:002022-10-05T22:52:13.376+08:00it's love, over and over. <p>Now love, </p><p>is a concept, </p><p>an act, an expression, </p><p>a thought, an emotion, </p><p>finite and infinite moments added and subtracted and divided and multiplied then repeated all over again,</p><p>any sequence you like. </p><p>It is familiar, </p><p>unfamiliar, </p><p>friendly, </p><p>romantic,</p><p>gentle, </p><p>passionate...</p><p>confusing, </p><p>enlightening. </p><p><br /></p><p>Today, </p><p>love is the form of memories cherished, long gone. </p><p>Love is the act of not giving up on hope, even when in sorrow. </p><p>Love is... wishing I could turn back time.</p><p>Love is... knowing I cannot, but that I'm here for a long time. </p><p><br /></p><p>Oh why oh why Dumbledore... </p><p>Am I the one who survived. </p><p>Why was I not struck down. </p><p>"It's love, Harry." </p><p><br /></p><p>And love will carry us to the top of mountains, </p><p>and will also be what we cry about in the valleys of death. </p><p><br /></p><p>Loving can hurt. </p><p>But anything is better than emptiness. </p><p>Love will not be in vain. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35758887.post-61905221583768364912022-09-22T02:39:00.002+08:002022-09-22T02:39:36.924+08:00Algorithm.<p> Hello, </p><p>It's been 8 years. </p><p>There's comfort in past haunts, maybe it's because you don't need to be sure of who you are when you're someone you know you used to be in. </p><p>Recent years have been good, and not so. </p><p>Mostly good I must admit. </p><p>Which makes the bits where things feel bad, seem so... trivial. </p><p>I've been struggling with posting/sharing things on IG stories, because the voices outside have over taken the one inside. What used to be the freedom of impernance has somehow for whatever reason, become a question of algorithm. </p><p>I never could care much for that. </p><p>Not because I didn't, but because I simply couldn't. </p><p>I enjoyed sharing moments, I felt safe knowing that though fleeting... the act of doing so would perhaps... perhaps help me in remembering what my leaky brain can't. </p><p>Forgetfulness becomes a thing as you grow older.</p><p>And subconsciously perhaps, I've found a way to remember better. </p><p>But it is not always welcomed. </p><p>And these days more and more, I feel as though I'm wrong... in this way of remembering. What works for me, is done... at the expense of someone else's comfort perhaps. </p><p>I can no longer tell if one if joking, or not. And it's as though my mental walls are down, and I am unable to master a skin thick enough to just power through the negativity. And I have chosen... to stop. </p><p>Which brings me back here. </p><p>8 years later. </p><p>Writing riddles. </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35758887.post-67720623464942174462014-03-11T02:22:00.002+08:002014-03-11T02:22:13.500+08:00Break-point. I don't have anyone who is really proud of me.<br /><br />If you're reading this, and you think your life is meaningless, or you feel you're not special.<br /><br />Take heart and know, that I face this everyday of my life.<br /><br />That I look at other people, and I wonder why I can't have the same level of support or love.<br /><br />Why I try so hard every minute of my life to do the best I can with the purpose that has been set in me while attempting to fulfil the wishes and to make every effort to make time for the people around me.<br /><br />There are days when the voice in your head wins, and the voice in your heart whimpers.<br /><br />Take a rest, and literally...<br /><br />To the important and special people in your lives that perhaps have failed in one way or another in their words or their actions...<br /><br />You have to say .. "Whatever." And "Zzzzz... " <br />And just sleep it off.<br /><br />You've got to do, what you've got to do.<br /><br />I've got punctured holes in my heart that are bleeding out.<br />I'm so tired, I think I'll go to bed.<br /><br />You go to bed too.<br /><br /><br /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35758887.post-15423650393726300802013-07-26T14:03:00.000+08:002013-07-26T14:03:36.445+08:00The greatest and the least of them<div style="line-height: 15.2pt; margin-bottom: .1pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: .1pt;">
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11.0pt;">The greatest thing to have and to give is Love. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11.0pt;">I doubt anybody can refute that, as much as they may expound or
argue about its definition or components.<br />
<br />
I know what true love is, because I have received the greatest gift of
salvation.<br />
<br />
Every night alone in bed, I lick my wounds and I feel sorry for the person I
am, and then I am reminded that my Father in Heaven looks at me lovingly and
longingly, and every night... the prodigal son returns home to the
Father.<br />
<br />
Because of that, I have learnt to love the people around me. Even when they
don't love me.<br />
<br />
I must say however, that I am growing weak, and tired.<br />
<br />
And once again my friends, I question... "What is love?" <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11.0pt;">And by that, I don't mean the Godly love that I have come to
experience, accept and enjoy.<br />
<br />
I mean the love that exists in this world, in our communities, that roll
of the tip of our tongues.<br />
<br />
Love is giving your all, but love is also learning to accept the grace and the
gifts that you have been presented with.<br />
<br />
So many of us try to be heroes of our own might. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11.0pt;">We refuse to take help, but all we want is to give, thinking
that this "unconditional" giving will build us up and earn us brownie
points with our Sovereign King.<br />
<br />
Some others think love is measured by a cup, a kiss, a hug, a thought, money,
bags, shoes... tangible, countable acts of giving.<br />
<br />
And so, love on earth loses it's beauty. From a beacon of hope and light to the
leash that hangs around your neck, the lock that sits on the door of your
heart, the shaded glasses that sit on the bridge of your nose, the chains that
weigh down your feet and the cuffs that restrict your hands.<br />
<br />
We have taken love, and made it cheap.<br />
<br />
We have associated love with conditions, romantic, friendly, equal, fair,
accountable, reject-able.<br />
<br />
Love, lifts you up.<br />
<br />
Love, should not weigh you down.<br />
<br />
Love, is as essential as a glass of plain water.<br />
<br />
Simple, and pure.<br />
<br />
Love is. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35758887.post-19553162166527989272012-11-01T16:25:00.000+08:002012-11-01T16:25:36.540+08:00Passed. If you got through whatever you had to,<br />
in one piece.<br />
<br />
You have passed.<br />
<br />
It means the worst is over.<br />
And all you need to do now is deal with the aftermath.<br />
<br />
Cleaning up, removing, reinventing.<br />
<br />
It hurts to have to be reminded of our past,<br />
but if one day,<br />
you find you're able to look at it face to face,<br />
and know that it had to happen to get you where you are today.<br />
<br />
Perhaps,<br />
then you would have really passed the test of love and life,<br />
with flying colors.<br />
<br />
There's nothing to regret,<br />
there's just alot that the new people in our lives have to deal with,<br />
that we have to help them and ourselves deal with.<br />
<br />
To Mr Who,<br />
I truly do wish you the best.<br />
<br />
Thank you for once being a part of this family :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35758887.post-75391415983151459862012-09-22T13:38:00.001+08:002012-09-22T13:38:52.013+08:00You Go Your Way <iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9eKobW-m-QA" width="560"></iframe><br />
<br />
I go my way.<br />
<br />
Ever since hosting an orchestra concert in Nanyang when I was in Secondary 3,<br />
I've always hoped for a chance to sing with one.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35758887.post-31023505014465002582012-09-18T15:20:00.001+08:002012-09-18T15:20:27.949+08:00Doing good is contagious<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OQfSlARxR48" width="560"></iframe><br />
<br />
Three guys with stable good paying jobs,<br />
giving it all up to make videos for a good cause FULL-TIME.<br />
<br />
"Hey I just met you, and this is crazy... but here's my number. So call me maybe?"<br />
<br />
Contagious much?<br />
<br />
<a href="http://jubileeproject.org/">http://jubileeproject.org/</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35758887.post-45352408845425951272012-09-17T00:18:00.001+08:002012-09-17T00:18:12.684+08:00唱的都是你,們。<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7fw2C1RW7FI" width="560"></iframe><br />
<br />
我的夢裡,我的心裡,我的歌聲里。<br />
<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35758887.post-44849502279048130402012-09-08T03:25:00.000+08:002012-09-08T03:25:22.842+08:00In WakeToday I attended a wake,<br />
and it hit me that the name in itself means so much.<br />
<br />
And perhaps even though in this earth, the time of one's life has ceased ticking...<br />
it means somewhere else the journey has begun for a new phase.<br />
<br />
As we sat there, realizing how many years of our lives have passed us by...<br />
only to have our paths cross again on such an occasion..<br />
<br />
So many years down the road,<br />
I guess I'm glad for the way things happened.<br />
Despite how painfully incomprehensible some of it may be, even till now.<br />
<br />
Humans are a difficult bunch to keep, to understand, to bring together in one mind, one might.<br />
<br />
In the wake of it all,<br />
I hope to fall asleep,<br />
peacefully... gratefully..<br />
<br />
Praying that the mercies new every morning will help us to re-learn...<br />
the power of pure love, sacrifice...<br />
and unaccountable,<br />
unconditional friendship and joy.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35758887.post-73237305911834629792012-09-06T00:27:00.003+08:002012-09-06T00:27:43.294+08:00Drenched.<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mZPjyWPYP7s" width="560"></iframe><br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;">Have we lost our minds?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;">What have we done?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;">But it all doesn’t seem to matter anymore</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35758887.post-89158841923290658732012-09-03T02:48:00.002+08:002012-09-03T23:21:17.798+08:00Crazy is...Doing what you believe is right even if the world thinks it's foolish.<br />
<br />
Even if the world advises you otherwise.<br />
<br />
You rarely prove them wrong, but... sometimes you do.<br />
<br />
Take a risk, make a guess.<br />
<br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BlB16BY8RvM" width="560"></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35758887.post-90631641971833131962012-09-01T03:14:00.002+08:002012-09-01T03:14:27.058+08:00心會跳,會死亡。Busy days peppered with music collaborations are pretty much the best kind of tired I have experienced.<br />
<br />
The throbbing heart finds a beat, a note to be at ease with.<br />
<br />
And for those few hours, even though the heart doesn't stop beating,<br />
the thump thump murky noises it makes are just part of the bigger picture of music.<br />
<br />
It's no longer the cause and effect of the circumstances.<br />
It's a simple rhythm of life, of good times and new times.<br />
<br />
But when the music stops,<br />
the silence takes over.<br />
<br />
You close your eyes,<br />
listen to nothing in particular. <br />
<br />
But continue to enjoy the music of the night.<br />
<br />
Music is sound, and silence.<br />
<br />
Love, is have and had.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35758887.post-30009031310169583772012-08-31T03:36:00.000+08:002012-08-31T04:53:54.113+08:00小霧<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Udw2xuRhTyc" width="560"></iframe><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 21px;">如果我們住在同一個城市<br />或同一間小屋<br /><br />或許 不用爭吵<br />誰飛來飛去<br /><br />不過我們的家隔著一層霧<br />像帶刺的禮物<br />讓心緒遊蕩<br />卻揮之不去<br />我總要站在高 處<br /><br />看不見你為何而笑<br />享受著什麽味道<br />腦海裡什麽歌<br />大調<br />小調<br />忘不了<br /><br /><br />用盡方法換取了很多里數<br />卻換不來溫度<br />依然<br />任誰保護<br />也有點不足<br /><br />透過望遠鏡也眺望到幸福<br />卻沒什麼領悟<br />情願把焦點放在 星空<br />更滿足<br />變成天文的信徒<br /><br />看不見你為何而笑<br />享受著什麽味道<br />腦海裡什麽歌<br />大調<br />或小調<br /><br />你碰見某人那麼巧<br />在哪個街角聊聊<br />過馬路猶豫了<br />多一秒<br />少一秒<br />看不到<br /><br />電話中<br />你倦了<br />我只好勾住月亮<br />晃搖</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35758887.post-28643290754190792982012-08-28T12:09:00.006+08:002012-08-28T12:09:47.914+08:008/284D anyone?<br />
<br />
This is one of those days I hope doesn't pass by in a flash.<br />
I'm not going to hurry, I'm not going to be flustered.<br />
Let's just take it slow.<br />
And rest in the finished works.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35758887.post-5500407257801784802012-08-27T23:55:00.002+08:002012-08-27T23:55:35.963+08:00Let's be invisible.<br />
<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35758887.post-90720992635483517652012-08-22T05:01:00.003+08:002012-08-22T05:01:38.411+08:00Left, right? How many more times do I have to turn that corner,<br />
before my heart stops stirring.<br />
In the still of the night, it's easy to let the steering wheel make the decisions.<br />
Pulling towards an avenue of regrets,<br />
alluringly sucking me towards.<br />
As though there's anything waiting at the end of the road that doesn't eat up time.<br />
And time is all I have.<br />
I want to give in,<br />
except I don't.<br />
<br />
I turn the wheel 20 degree anti clockwise,<br />
and I'm back on the road of recovery.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35758887.post-10530738462093346452012-08-20T16:59:00.004+08:002012-08-20T16:59:58.960+08:00SummerYou're so hot I can't ignore you.<br />
You're too hot to... RESIST.<br />
<br />
I don't need four seasons.<br />
I just need two?<br />
<br />
Waiting/Hoping for Autumn :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35758887.post-15791031896278732482012-08-18T04:20:00.003+08:002012-08-18T04:20:29.758+08:00Choose your battles<div style="text-align: center;">
"It's when you know you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do." </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
- To kill a mockingbird</div>
<br />
<br />
Tired of fighting against, fighting for.<br />
I don't hope to win, I just want to see it through.<br />
Nobody really wins anyway, so do what you will, say what you need to say and go your own way.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35758887.post-74262362782175567952012-08-16T05:40:00.001+08:002012-08-16T05:40:18.383+08:00Gunai, Gumawnin.Sleep should come easy tonight.<br />
Waking up in 4 hours is the difficult bit.<br />
<br />
Why does it feel like time is running out?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35758887.post-18953712226197601652012-08-14T01:35:00.002+08:002012-08-14T02:15:32.926+08:00鎖住記憶狂吃gingko nuts,<br />
好像沒甚麼幫助。<br />
<br />
原地掙扎的不好受,<br />
和放手後的自由和悔恨,<br />
應該有得比。<br />
<br />
人生啊~ 有種說不出的倔強和溫柔。<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35758887.post-39544742508655446262012-08-11T05:27:00.003+08:002012-08-11T05:27:39.086+08:00Worst Christian FriendYes.<br />
<br />
I say go.<br />
<br />
天冷你就回來,別在風中徘徊。<br />
<br />
Because, I know you'll come back.<br />
Wandering wonderer.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35758887.post-76543864958586975332012-08-10T21:07:00.001+08:002012-08-10T21:07:16.875+08:00Laughable LifeOh the title isn't meant to be sarcastic.<br />
Just a realization that I take life too seriously,<br />
I take even jokes, very seriously.<br />
I take people, even more seriously.<br />
<br />
It's actually a good thing, except that sometimes what we don't realize is that by taking all the above so seriously, you tend to end up feeling stressed, and putting the stress on the things, people you love. And that usually doesn't bode well.<br />
<br />
When we take people seriously, we expect people to take us seriously too.<br />
And often, it is not hope that kills.<br />
But the hope that our expectations will be met, that kills.<br />
<br />
In that way, we ourselves,<br />
have murdered our friends and family over and over countless times.<br />
And in turn been murdered, victims of manslaughter, homicide ...many times over.<br />
<br />
And so, have a laughable life.<br />
Laugh, at that disappointing moment.<br />
Chuckle, at that blunt criticism.<br />
Giggle, and neutralize that frown.<br />
Cackle, when your crackling pork is not one bit crackling.<br />
Smile, at the knowledge that people are just going to walk in, and out of your life.<br />
<br />
<br />
Goodbye, goodbye! Haha, haha!<br />
Hello, hello! Teeheeheeheehee!<br />
<br />
I don't know what I'm laughing about or for, but it just makes it all seem a tad less grey!<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35758887.post-87945948611870835982012-08-02T19:09:00.003+08:002012-08-02T19:09:25.590+08:00真正失去,是當你發覺...<br />
只剩下想念。<br />
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開心,都來不及。<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35758887.post-33250051108190229032012-07-31T01:29:00.000+08:002012-07-31T01:29:00.974+08:00浪費不是白費I'm not wasting any of my wasted time.<br />
I intend to waste most of my thoughts and feelings feeling wasted.<br />
I feel like wasting out on a new camera and a new classic ipod.<br />
I may be wasting space on my 32GB iphone, but I like carrying my waste around with me.<br />
I may be wasting my energy on that track, but it feels good to feel wasted.<br />
I just wasted 5minutes of my life scrolling the facebook timeline.<br />
I told myself it's a wasted life, looking at other wasted lives attempt to cover up their wastefulness.<br />
I think wasting is fun, when there's nothing else that's of absolute clarity that beckons.<br />
Maybe you got wasted one night, and you blurted everything out, and it was all a waste.<br />
Maybe in your haste, everything you thought was wasteful, never really got wasted properly.<br />
If it has to become waste, make sure you waste it to the full.<br />
If you have leftover emotions, make sure they don't go to waste being in waste.<br />
I'm not wasting any of my wasted time.<br />
<br />
But I'll continue wasting,<br />
until this bin of hoarding up wasted memories gets full and a new empty bin comes along.<br />
<br />
It's ok to feel wasted, because nothing really should go to waste.<br />
In fact, nothing really does go to waste.<br />
<br />
Reuse, Reduce, Recycle.<br />
<br />
Your past, your present, your future.<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35758887.post-79959992232976512362012-07-27T00:14:00.001+08:002012-07-27T00:15:31.669+08:00Undercurrents*long-winded. Don't read.*<br />
<br />
Maybe we're not two-faced.<br />
After all, we're just trying hard not to show the things people don't like to see.<br />
The undercurrents of our inner souls,<br />
the dark cold waters that are still at times,<br />
and turbulent with massive whirlpools threatening to suck even the darkness in.<br />
<br />
Why put it all out on a pedestal,<br />
only to have people shun it,<br />
or wish they hadn't laid eyes on it?<br />
Yeah?<br />
<br />
You tell yourself, love is patient and love is kind, it does not boast, it does not envy...<br />
and it keeps your darkness at bay all for 3 seconds.<br />
By the third gasp of breath,<br />
the undercurrents have all surfaced, bubbling in sheer desperation to take over,<br />
all that you've been working hard to maintain.<br />
The calm, the peaceful ripples of life.<br />
<br />
Temporal Paralysis.<br />
<br />
Your body knows it cannot fight,<br />
and it's smart.<br />
Smarter than you think it is.<br />
You can thrash in the water all you want,<br />
and you'll still get sucked under.<br />
But what if you just stopped.<br />
What if you SHUT DOWN.<br />
<br />
Your body goes rigid,<br />
your eyeballs they roll back into your head,<br />
life seems to slip away.<br />
<br />
And for that moment,<br />
the undercurrents are fooled.<br />
<br />
They start bubbling in confusion.<br />
Unsure and cocksure.<br />
All at the same time.<br />
<br />
Your rigid body gets sucked under anyway,<br />
but the demons of the deep have lost their initial drive.<br />
They're not interested in souls which don't seem to care whether or not they get sucked under.<br />
<br />
It spits you out.<br />
And despite being lifeless,<br />
your body retains some form of warmth,<br />
the hope,<br />
the knowledge that the days are long,<br />
and the battles are not lost until the day you turn to ashes.<br />
<br />
Like a dim light in a dark room,<br />
the little bit of warmth in your body lights up the dark empty room of your soul.<br />
Shadows start dancing around,<br />
because the light is back.<br />
Dim, but fills the room.<br />
<br />
It grows brighter,<br />
and the shadows,<br />
they grow bigger and clearer too.<br />
<br />
For those few hours,<br />
sitting on my chair,<br />
reading and re-reading,<br />
looking and re-looking,<br />
thinking and re-thinking,<br />
it is what it is.<br />
<br />
I choke,<br />
and I gasp and rejoice in the fact that my dreams are still alive,<br />
my mum,<br />
who just an hour ago,<br />
lay limp and pale in the car drenched in cold sweat,<br />
5 minutes ago sat on my bed asking for tidbits,<br />
the color back in her face.<br />
<br />
I'm thankful,<br />
that God made me with a automated mechanism to keep me from going down under.<br />
<br />
There are alot of people who need me,<br />
I have baggage,<br />
and responsibilities.<br />
Who doesn't?<br />
<br />
Ok, some people honestly don't seem to have any.<br />
But that's them,<br />
they have other worries of their own too,<br />
I'm sure.<br />
No room for compare, contrast and self-pity.<br />
<br />
But,<br />
What if I need you,<br />
so I can continue being needed by the others?<br />
<br />
What if someone needs you,<br />
so they can continue being needed by others?<br />
<br />
Can you handle that?<br />
<br />
Can you love even when it's hard?<br />
<br />
Can you love someone for everything?<br />
The good the bad,<br />
the seemingly necessary,<br />
and the sometimes unnecessary,<br />
so that they will have a little more strength to continue in their wretched circles.<br />
<br />
Someone will be there for me.<br />
I know he's there for me.<br />
All the days of my life.<br />
<br />
In my joy, I will rejoice.<br />
In my suffering, I too will lift up my weary hands,<br />
and say "Holy, holy is the King of Heavens and Earth and the keeper of my soul."<br />
<br />
Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord,<br />
wretched or not.<br />
<br />
:)<br />
<br />
It's been a long day, I am so so so tired.<br />
I'm so happy I'm still walking on water,<br />
and not under.<br />
<br />
If you're feeling like me,<br />
don't give up.<br />
Don't ever, ever give up.<br />
<br />
On that person, that dream, that thought that started you off in the first place.<br />
Take heart, It happens.<br />
You're not alone.<br />
<br />
<br />
*wow, you finished reading it anyway. *<br />
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