who knows what happens next.
moods play on.
time passes slow.
we dont run the show.
we get frustrated, it doesnt feel right.
its not as if we could handle the floor
but we still want to hold the night.
friends sing along.
family isnt always wrong.
but maybe we dont value the promise of forever
its overshadowed by the reality of a physical buffer.
but...
..but a lot of things, i guess.
jobs
work
family
friends
me
my love
my search for a passion
my obsession with what i currently think is my passion
life
is hard
even when its all smooth
what do u do with smoothness
its dull
an insult to your capability to cope
but rough roads we must lament to You.
im going back to knowing myself.
salvaging my life.
choosing my life.
it feels good.
it was not as good earlier.
cause this time its tougher.
time wasted is just unregretted introspection.
it feels like...welcome fresh air.
new.
it feels new.
new is good.
practicality vs. ideals
moods vs. practicality
Labels: fiction, pensive, verse
