maybe because i question too much, that im only greeted with ambiguous replies. maybe because i crave-for too much, that those not-on-the-list doesnt seem that appetizing no more. maybe because im too opinionated, that selective hearing becomes my only practice. self-assigned penance, maybe?
im all depleted from this marathon. and so what? upon finishing line, im not gonna have ten thousands of a crowd applauding (or catcall, for that matter). i just dont think im willing, if i dont get a participative audience.
you call this an easy solution? i call this, kick the hurdle.
[shrugs]
i want to be unaware. fall in such sweet total oblivion and lose all my knowledge. then maybe, in this smeared line of seclusion, you'd find this daunting. then maybe, this will entice you to crack the nutshell all by yourself and this acquisition might even top it off your treasure trove. no, this is not a decoy.
this is me, helplessly invalid. this is me, exposingly incapable.
- life, they're just memories of some things. in between these pages, some might be dog earred, some might be torn and some might be stained. but thats how the story writes.
for me, i wish to be a paperclip. because, my story is still in writing...
kayly/
chuanyee.