constant movement,
we wake, we eat, we sleep,
we live, breath and feed on other people misery,
we strive for happiness yet when we have it, let go or hold it to tight crushing, destroying it as we strangle it in our firm grasps, willing to believe that we have all the control.
the fact that we have the ability to manage to founder everything we attempt to do, yet continue feebly trying to manage, is entertainment for the world.
stumbling through a thick fog, we trek on misguided, adjudicating which way to go, trying the hardest we possibly can to succeed.
when we don't, we merely give up or proceed trying.
choices are made, for good or for worse.
yet, no matter which route we take it always leads to deterioration.
fumbling for an excuse we try to explain our way out of the mess created.
good intentions or bad,
we always land in the same place..
I love the picture :d and in small format the blue stuff looks completely normal :P
ReplyDeleteI love how this reminds me of drama cuz ur such a little teater apa xD
I am in love with the åpoem and I hope to see more poems from you :D it's beautiful, even when u use words I dont know xD
LOVE YUUUUUHHH :D <3
hahaha thank you GOD for approving my work xD
ReplyDeletehahaaha..i dont even know if its a poem i just wrote it :P
LOVE YEEWWW too my word failure :D:D <3
btw, åpoem?