5:11 AM
I'm zonked out.
today has been a crazy day.
It was a day exciting at first.
in the early ours of the morning.
then she had to go.
then when i woke up.
it was all good.
till thing took a sudden
swing around and struck me
right at where i never expected.
it nearly became my worse day to live
but then it passed and the pain was
too excruciating to handle and in the end
i became numb.
now i fell back to sleep
the refuge of mine.
woke up at 7pm.
and now i'm missing her.
man it's soo dead now.
there's nothing on.
somehow everything seems still.
lifeless. it's 2 days to new years eve
and all i can do is nothing.
what can i do...
i;m stuck at home.
if there was a fire in my house now
i'd die..
but i dun want too die.
yup..
some people believe in learning
by experience
but truthfully do u think an experience will help
if you get killed by it?
Don't u think that sometimes
experiences are just consequences
of your mistakes?
yes there are good experiences
but what about the bad one?
if it kills u and before that
u were just saying
i'll just learn from it.
it'll be useless.
stand clear. look ahead.
see the sun before it rises
for only then can you see that light
only comes from within.
success is only as far as you see it.
don't wait till it's too late.
don't wait till the sun has risen.
don't wait till you have nothing left
take it while u can
take the chance and tell them how much you
love them
take the opportunity to give them everything
for you do not know when this opportunity will
end. If you're broke. Give them love. Love that never dies.
Sometimes it's hard to love.
sometimes you see a totally different picture.
and you may never seem to paint the picture they want
but what matters most is your love stays pure.
It's hard sometimes to paint the picture they want
no matter how good your materials may be.
the picture will never be right.
but you may never know.
sometimes people can fall in love with
paintings but never the painter.
tell me how many people can speak about an art work
like it means everything but when
you ask them about the painter they
know nuts.
sometimes life is like that.
but however different our paintings may be.
somehow we can always choose to love it or hate it.
for behind every painting is a story.
a tales never heard before.
this is where you look beyond the physical and
into the heart.
for the paints and stokes are just random words
meaningless unless you look deep into it's detail.
the picture beyond the canvas.
but into the painters soul.
Look Deep not just whats on the outside
but what's in the heart itself.
written, poetic_tragedy