Saturday, May 02, 2009
the stories of yesteryear
someone once told me to aim for the moon, because if i miss, i might still land among the stars.
it never occurred to me that what i would really become is a piece of troublesome space junk.
someone said that one should be the change that one wishes to see in the world.
more often than not, this change comes at a heavy price.
someone once screamed in my ear that pain is weakness leaving the body.
weakness never truly leaves.
someone once said that if you ask you will receive.
so far i have received nothing but more questions in return.
someone once noted that a man can be destroyed but not defeated.
if no one can be defeated how can there be successful people in the world?
nowadays things don't matter much anymore. (actually things never meant much all this while anyway.) there is nothing at stake. i have landed on a white dwarf. i am a change that no one else wishes to see in the world. i am burning everywhere with weakness. i have received very much everything that falls under the category of rejection. i have been defeated by circumstances. it is alright. that i am largely or even completely irrelevant to the world is something that i am perfectly fine with. all i want is for the small things that let me pull through every day to remain as they are. leave me alone in my universe. i don't want to be special. i just want to be happy. i want to know that there are people out there who are still with me. that, i think, is more important than anything else - money, status, popularity. my satisfaction is largely emotional in nature. don't take that away from me too.
keeping my secrets ; for her
- 11:13 PM
