Friday, March 24, 2006
I once had a thing I kept so dear, but it slipped through my fingers.
Then I tried finding it, but it was never found.
So I gave up on finding it, hopeless like a smell-deprieved hound.
I spent quite a while in getting over it, though the feeling still lingers.
Now as I fill my world with songs, and other jingles.
Loss comes knocking on my door, with a smile on the face, saying:
Can I come in?
I paused.
And I never answered.
The both of us just stood at the door.
The distance so close,
Yet separated by a mile.
Yours truely, Zhikai
|8:15 AM|
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Do you ever feel this way?
Doing something you don't want to do but just do.
Not doing something you want to do but just not do.
They just come together, you see?
You fulfil the first statement, you satisfy the second.
And what can you do?
Nothing?
That's when you allow yourself to sink further into this quicksand.
React?
And that's when you hasten the process.
Stoic brings you down.
Struggle drags you down.
Yours truely, Zhikai
|8:47 PM|
Friday, March 10, 2006
When it comes to knowing the situation, I'm quite a hopeless case.
It just sucks when I get this feeling my friends actually like me but maybe they do not. Or feeling that they do not, but they actually do.
I came out with this hypothesis that my two eyes see different things.
One of them sees the truth, the other sees the unreal. Therefore, when I see the truth, I will doubt its reliability. And when I see the unreal, I will assume it's the truth. When there's just too much, I just don't know. Simply don't know.
Can't blame myself for that, I'm mere mortal. But to cover for that, another eye may be used. It lies in the heart and it's known as "faith".
A lot of times, we are delirious. And with faith, we choose what to believe. Believing in things that are better the truth.
I love the people around me, and I know they love me too. In their own special way.
Yours truely, Zhikai
|1:19 PM|
