me.
my life.
connect.
venting machine.
history.
A given
1985, east coast, servitude to the nation.
confused, clarity-hungry shapeshifter.
badminton, ktv, the bigscreen, slumber.
soccer, surfing, pool, relationships.
analytical & brain-churning communication.
GOD.
ecstatic_fogginess@yahoo.com.sg
Recent addictions
automobiles
books
fitness
Subway
any other stuff??
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
7:39 pm
The world has resized. Too tight for my capacious itch. Something's brewing. A revolution must ensue. The kernel in all of my expanse summons it. It is a staple phase.
I want to write like the bane of my existence is on the brink. There is no longer any lineage for the value of brilliance and zeal. The source is suffocatingly temporal. The fulfillment never came as immersion.
The grasp at reality loses out to a skirmish of mental concepts. The stable footing flounders at the defining crossroads. The commotion then takes a vacation - to accentuate the lunacy.
A perfect world can never be constructed. I choose. I live. I triumph.
Because inspirations never fade; they merely hide. Because perfection is found in cliches; and in the simple. Because beauty is shone when it is shared; not contained. Because life's meaning cannot be questioned; it is lived out.
Because I know thoughts like these are appreciated. Because the Voice residing within has been still, as ever. Even throughout the tumult. A focused peace I own. A deep tenderness I remember. A step up the rung that awaits.
doodled
XD
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