things have been nothing but shadows of a dream. subconscious with the feeling of strange sensations, somewhat unconscious yet relaxed. it felt as though ive had my life on contemporary hold - with everything that just stood still for the minutes. what a pleasant nightmare i've been experiencing.


ive been happy, more often than not over the past few days but as quickly as it started, it disappeared. no, im not rattling on about the tune of my misery nor am i complaining of the oily youtiao at dinner. its just the fact it dawned upon me that after all these that has happened, i havent found the exact sole reason to be happy from within.


the blazing sounds aware, as we slowly pit through the lonesome night. just how much connections can there be between and within each other. our voices fade, our eyes closed - we're all anxious for rest.


with emotions coarsing through my very veins as time passes me by, i honestly wonder how much do we actually know about ourselves and how much we think we know about others. as i stare through the starry night with the skeletons still in my closet, the silent breeze of wind suddenly seems so alive.


its been of sometime since i last sat on this swing i grew up with. having forgotten how relaxing it used to feel just swinging to the wayward wind and listening to the screeching sounds from it. it then occured to me that its not so much about the imperfection or flaws we're all constantly rambling about but its just something good gone wrong.


a little too much for one's imagination id say. then again, its also the one that streams through the blood that passes through our physical form. such contradictions of human life.


haha, here i am on my swing just hoping for some miracle to happen. sins, take it all away.