Hey there,
I don't know you.
Under the same roof, in close proximity.
_ _ _ _ _ _ship, or whatever you call it.
It seems more like a sinking ship.
We are reaching rock bottom.
I feel like unwanted an old childhood toy that got left behind in the storeroom.
Bound by the law of gravity, I stay put.
You feel my presence, you know where to look .
Where are you ?
Days and months passed by, the distance between us drew apart.
Through the hole in the wall, I see your shadow as you passed by.
My head filled up with words but not a word was uttered.
Season passed, my mouth feel heavy.
That is when we stopped talking.
Perhaps I should take this sinking ship back to shore while I can.
A house that used to be filled with laughter and joy.
All I feel know is resentment and dead silence.
I know I am terrible at relationship but this took me by surprise.
Perhaps, its time to part ways.
A white flag was raised,not from my hand but yours.
Seeing the flag, I looked at my hands drenched in red.
We have officially murdered this friendship.
As the captain of this ship, I bid my farewells and sink into the deep ends.
I take with me only the childish and bright memories.
Deep into the dark, I vanish.
Saturday, 18 June 2016
Tuesday, 14 June 2016
No matter how old and unpleasant it is.
It was once a place I called home.
3 floors high,I climbed the mighty stairs everyday to reach this place called home.
A place where I took shelter when the wind blew strongly outside.
A place where I kept warm during the freezing winter.
A place away from home.
Home away from home.
Memories floods this place.
Sound of laughter and tears echo the four walls of this familiar place.
That arm chair that sits at the center of the room, that was my throne.
Where I sat and drew my plan to conquer what seemed like the world at that time.
How naive was I.
It is also where I sat and sharpen my knifes for battles.
The pleasure and pain that was experienced on that chair.
Resimince.
How life was when I was an university student in Melbourne.
It was once a place I called home.
3 floors high,I climbed the mighty stairs everyday to reach this place called home.
A place where I took shelter when the wind blew strongly outside.
A place where I kept warm during the freezing winter.
A place away from home.
Home away from home.
Memories floods this place.
Sound of laughter and tears echo the four walls of this familiar place.
That arm chair that sits at the center of the room, that was my throne.
Where I sat and drew my plan to conquer what seemed like the world at that time.
How naive was I.
It is also where I sat and sharpen my knifes for battles.
The pleasure and pain that was experienced on that chair.
Resimince.
How life was when I was an university student in Melbourne.
Monday, 13 June 2016
I find myself questioning my own thinking and decisions.
It is incredibly easy to go through life forgetting/not knowing how to live.
Mechanical, forgetting what it means to feel alive.
A ship without an anchor in a storm.
A dog without an owner or a pack he can call his own.
I have lost the need to be wanted.
Lost the joy in my life.
All things are just a bore and time is no longer precious.
I am just waiting for the end.
To end this emptiness.
A body without a soul.
A host with no feelings.
Is it time yet ?
It is incredibly easy to go through life forgetting/not knowing how to live.
Mechanical, forgetting what it means to feel alive.
A ship without an anchor in a storm.
A dog without an owner or a pack he can call his own.
I have lost the need to be wanted.
Lost the joy in my life.
All things are just a bore and time is no longer precious.
I am just waiting for the end.
To end this emptiness.
A body without a soul.
A host with no feelings.
Is it time yet ?
My current state is life,
breathing as living.
No purpose, no passion and definitely no direction.
Surrounded by four walls by day and night.
Longing to cling onto the outside world but
there is nothing anchor me down.
A pull as strong and persistent as gravity pull my
weak hearted back in my four walls.
I am trapped within my own walls.
No desire nor aim.
How meaningless this life of mine.
breathing as living.
No purpose, no passion and definitely no direction.
Surrounded by four walls by day and night.
Longing to cling onto the outside world but
there is nothing anchor me down.
A pull as strong and persistent as gravity pull my
weak hearted back in my four walls.
I am trapped within my own walls.
No desire nor aim.
How meaningless this life of mine.
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