philosophy is what you read off the cereal box

Thursday, June 15, 2006

it's crazy you know, this world isn't some fairy tale. fairy tales dont exist in this world, never did in the first place. that's why they're called fairy tales. they are tales, spun by story-makers, to put little children to sleep, to make them dream about princes and princesses, castles with wide, vast lush greeneries, and large underhands. but those hardly come through, almost never. not to normal people. don't you some how wish that your life was simplier, that feelings were never a problem, that you won't feel anything. maybe if you were a stone or something, it might've made it easier.
sometimes i wish i never really existed. maybe i don't, maybe i do. but if i did, i'd have rather no feelings, none at all. to be numb from pain, hurt, sadness, the anger, the hatred. but life isn't fair all the time, i guess it never was. if it was, i wouldn't be here, i would've been somewhere else. if it was, i would've got everything i wanted. if it was, i won't be in a crazy upside down world where i keep everything to myself. maybe my horoscope depicts too much about me. i keep too much to myself, i keep the real me buried underneath all those smiles and craziness. who knows one day i'll just give way, and you'd see me in the mental ward.
being in a closed end, with no doors opened until i make the right choice. it's me, taking the risk, opening one door, that might make me spiral into a world of uncontrollable torture, or the door that may give me the freedom that i want, the life that i desire.

choosing the right door isn't as easy as it seems.

spinning a tale ; @ 12:13 pm
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