Saturday, January 8
No Grasp of Life Circling Fate.
- its weird how man rant about how evil and cruel the life can be. realising it and climbed back on track. stayed strong and protected. all by themselves. bravest of all, its like waves gushing in, their face, slapping them over and over again and swiping them away, but they just savour it all and only have thoughts to soak in salt water, make their turn, strolled back to the shore and awaiting for time to arrive for healing to begin. so they stood still, felt the breeze blowing every inch of'em, like blowing away all the heavy weights from the water. they walked outta it and feeling ready to face the world again with a different reason this time. all is worth.
just like how distracting this real world can be, they stumbled and fell, again. cried alone and felt ditched by all love around'em. poor soul, finally resort to crawl back to some time of self reflection, wondering what wrong had they done this time. sad that some just accepted things to fate. fuck fate. if there's fate i believe in, its fate that i have every grasp of. now, feeling as low as the sands beneathe their feet, they let the the pain sink to the feet that dragged them back to the sea. facing it, they cant resist the temptation of dipping themselves into the sea, only to pick themselves up and returning to what they refused to see, the cycle of this whole misery. there's no end to it.
i clenched my teeth and had my eyes closed. maybe i am one of them.
background + five for fighting
superman
posted by fries @ 4:40:00 PM
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