Stop.
"I miss you loads."
It's great to hear it, but somehow I'm just not prepared to do anything.
Somehow it just doesn't feel right.
So little things feel right, and those are so impossibly hard to attain.
Would you be greedy if you only wanted one thing in this world?
It's great to hear it, but somehow I'm just not prepared to do anything.
Somehow it just doesn't feel right.
So little things feel right, and those are so impossibly hard to attain.
Would you be greedy if you only wanted one thing in this world?
Quiet
There's something about being alone. Sometimes I love it, and when I don't I detest the feeling to the brink of fear.
It's like taking a hotel room for the weekend, putting yourself in a nice big comfy room away from the other distractions in life. You indulge and give yourself a nice reward for all the you have to do to make others like you.
Here you are your own critic, and I think one would truly be at ease with onceself in such a scenerio - distant, quiet, forgotten.
While the rest of the world goes about their motion, I stay guarded by the fascination I have with myself, lying lazily in a big warm bed thinking about nothing but the next hour on that same big bed.
But you wake up periodically and warn yourself that this cannot go on. There is the element of loneliness, and it bores deep into your sentiment, providing you with the thirst for company. That urge is not healthy, often accompanied with impulses to run towards the very same things you so often wish you were hidden away from.
But it's true, even the strong get lonely sometimes, and when that feeling comes, it's the pits.
It's like taking a hotel room for the weekend, putting yourself in a nice big comfy room away from the other distractions in life. You indulge and give yourself a nice reward for all the you have to do to make others like you.
Here you are your own critic, and I think one would truly be at ease with onceself in such a scenerio - distant, quiet, forgotten.
While the rest of the world goes about their motion, I stay guarded by the fascination I have with myself, lying lazily in a big warm bed thinking about nothing but the next hour on that same big bed.
But you wake up periodically and warn yourself that this cannot go on. There is the element of loneliness, and it bores deep into your sentiment, providing you with the thirst for company. That urge is not healthy, often accompanied with impulses to run towards the very same things you so often wish you were hidden away from.
But it's true, even the strong get lonely sometimes, and when that feeling comes, it's the pits.
No Way Out
It is a cruel reality - that it isn't fair to just everyone.
You see people all around, and you think they're just like you - living in a nice flat, holding good jobs, eating three whole meals every day.
Thing is, there are so many things that we don't see. And when we see them, the first thing we think about is how unfair it all is - that we shouldn't be doing what we're doing. That next plate of rice seems so guilty, the next shopping trip needless.
Truth of the matter is, there will always be that poor unfortunate person, like a kitten sitting in the middle of a street crying for your attention.
But do we do anything about it? Do we save the one single soul or go for the whole world? Do we even bother?
What's the use of saving one life if we're going to watch the others burn? What's the use of being noble if noone gets to see the effort? What's wrong with not bothering?
It's all one big question, and our individual answers determine the kind of fucked up personality we all have.
Either way, you're wrong. Just keep asking - you'll know what I mean.
You see people all around, and you think they're just like you - living in a nice flat, holding good jobs, eating three whole meals every day.
Thing is, there are so many things that we don't see. And when we see them, the first thing we think about is how unfair it all is - that we shouldn't be doing what we're doing. That next plate of rice seems so guilty, the next shopping trip needless.
Truth of the matter is, there will always be that poor unfortunate person, like a kitten sitting in the middle of a street crying for your attention.
But do we do anything about it? Do we save the one single soul or go for the whole world? Do we even bother?
What's the use of saving one life if we're going to watch the others burn? What's the use of being noble if noone gets to see the effort? What's wrong with not bothering?
It's all one big question, and our individual answers determine the kind of fucked up personality we all have.
Either way, you're wrong. Just keep asking - you'll know what I mean.
