utterly blind.
these days, it feels like the days that rain. constant cycling of the problems, cumbersome, unresistable desire to procrastinate...doing this doing that. the world stopped watching and evaluating who i am but instead upon what i can or can't do; my ultimate melancholy.

what hurts the most on the inside is when i work every day to the utmost of my abilities to fulfil my dreams, but failed anyway, silence among the crowds is still what all i get.

Smooth.
don't you feel like at some point in your viscinity, you realize that who you are is merely a part of disconnection in the world? i'm thinking sometimes that maybe part of me - or the most of me is nothing but an unplugged TV.. it's got RCA cables on the back and a 42-inch widescreen plasma display panel that's just loaded. you think you got it all. until you realize you aren't tuned.

but you think you are.
maybe i'm still standing at a point where i'm just not really in the senses of understanding what's around me. it's not really depressing. but for the fact that what hunts me down most is the invisible emptiness within the self.

Ditto - life for rent + see you when you're 40.

Strength to carry on.
"In these hands, i have found the strength i need and they will clear my way, No Matter Where I Go."

Rest in Peace Marine.

Semper Fi.

Frustration.
minds. simply said. information wants to be free. but can't if just said. you can see it but can't approach it. and actually you could. but you locked yourself away from it. and then it's said. "you just can't do shit." right.

Entice.
Sometimes, there is almost no words to express things i wanna say.. aren't we all? this picture somehow got to me so instantly, it's this something that speaks for what i wanna say.. i think only i know what it is though. but that's a cool picture.