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Sunday, January 28, 2007
sometimes i ponder the purpose of writing posts like these. maybe it's just stuff we don't want to keep inside, especially when we're all on the verge of exploding under the constant strain of self-expectation and delusion. it's a perpetual issue, this exploding phenomenon.
writing doesn't solve problems. like doing math questions, you can't just do the calculations in your head. it's just a side solution, one that can bridge the gap between the seeker and the treasure. it doesn't mean things will work out, not even slightly.
at times you write because you can't find any physical solution. words present a different reality, a warped one which all things change according to your swings of mood and action.
an alternative pathway to solace perhaps. because sometimes there's no one to talk to, not one that truly understands how you feel. its a funny statement, this about feeling. because feeling doesn't really exist in any form, just an emotion that comes and goes. and if it's a really unlucky day, it'll stick in like a sharp pin that won't go away. at least not for the day. and you'll really like to shout it out loud, scream the lungs out, yet with the sinking feeling, that no, it won't go away.
knowing that something is just beyond reach, something so far away you can't see it. yet letting the hope flicker, burn itself into a roaring flame, such that it destroys everything inside. hope, that so stings and burns and hurts. it's all in the mind, it's all an illusion created by false delusions of the mind.
_'Jx]- faded at 10:19 PM
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