IM-MORTALITY
I feel nothing. It’s good. It’s a sign of being strong. I like myself this way. =p. Moral torture? None of it.Bitter emotion of hope? Shet. Haha. Very none! I’m better. =p. Look out at the empty horizon? I didn’t.My brain didn’t even boil inside my head. I was a swimmer who made no waves, but not now. It’s not just only spark that I gave out, it’s already flame. I lost. I fell through the air but glittered in the sunlight. From the many times of downfalls, I am comfortable of defeat. I don’t need a funny drama this time. I don’t have a broken spirit to kill my healthy body. Oha! Life is not a matter of winning. As long as there is love and enjoyment, life will be great. (bungga! Haha)
Winning makes you’re heart jump high before sinking low. You’re emotions grumble and no aftershocks at all. See, it’s just a short-term happiness. I learned something - It is better to strike when I felt had a good chance of success than to strike wildly and rarely falls for the same trap twice(haha). And I have the courage- the courage to desire the undesirable, believe the unbelievable and lastly to accept the unacceptable.(shet) But losing is not actually unacceptable. =p.
But now, I have a dying mind, not because of that big L thing. I don’t know. Maybe because of ugly people. You don’t need to post on your friendster profile that you’re a winner . You don’t need it to use as your charm for people to be attracted, then like you and flirt with you afterwards. And as well as for the so-dramatic-dramas that will make you pathetic and wait for their reactions and comfort. You don’t need to show everything to everybody. But if you want to, go. Be showy and popular until you disgust yourself.(i’m referring to somebody out there)
I want to feel a new lease of being old as me. I want to have a corny attitude again. I want to be pleasant and fill myself with silence again. I’m already getting loud and I’m not comfortable with it. I am known to be unknown but I want to be more of being so unknown. And then be heavy with glory feelin’ like I won from a stupid game but I didn’t. I’m like the center of a small circle coinciding with the centre of a larger one. I’m not struggling for expression for guttural eruptions anyway, just wanna show reality.
I fell mortal, I stood up immortal. laugh. laugh.
