lost in the woods

My holiday's going to be over soon. It's depressing that I will be going back to the cycle of work and sustaining my vital functions. I don't like the feeling of being restricted in a cage when the world itself is enormous. I want to be free.

Stream of consciousness

There are Feelings, which I can never put words together properly to describe. Leading to uneasiness and being trapped without an outlet. I tried, but no words came out. What appeared between the typing and my lips were mere meaningless jumble of symbols, convoluted and contradicting thoughts. What seemed like a torrent of emotions and ideas came out as a few lines of underdramatic whimper. I fear all my attempts at capturing my life's essence will be futile, of course, I always knew that would be the case, language was never my thing, but I still loved it in my own clumsy way.

I wish I have a better memory to keep things in my mind. Not just the knowledge of the occurrence of the events, but also keep those feelings without them fading away. Fading away is like dying to me. Feeling is living right?

1:15am

For these two years, I did not gain anything extraordinary, but I've learnt to deal with myself as a normal, flawed person.

Lost and found

Listening to: Don Mclean - Vincent

I'm feeling sad, perhaps it's because I'm tired; but I don't need a reason for the emotion.
I need everything and nothing, perhaps nothing will fill the void.

Even though this should be a negative feeling,
I'm savoring it like a cup of black coffee.

Don't know what to do...

at least I got to dance around the fire topless

It should be desperation and depression,
after the joy and laughter and people celebration all around us,
Hey, it's almost like déjà vu. Luckily my mind didn't go that way.

It must be this vanilla scented cigar

anymore time wasted on this blog, I'd be fucked, so off to study I go~