Longings increase as they near their climax.
To an extent that they preoccupy the mind and engage the senses.

Fuzz

Heavy head. Empty mind.
Am I dead? there are definite signs.
Of lessons learnt
and stories seldom told;
I marvel at life, as they unfold.
Stories of me, of you and stories of us;
of love, friendship, loyalty and trust.
All that we've wanted.
All that we have longed for.
Eternal happiness or just someone/something to lean on?

Boat.

A boat. A boat in the sea. Floating around, in no particular direction...
We at liberty to steer towards wherever.It's our boat.
Infinite Freedom.
Influenced by currents, but freedom nonetheless.
Waves in the water going by. Small waves or huge tides. The boat stands.
WE don't abandon it in rough weather.
It's our boat.
We take it where we want to go.

life as a constant string of disappointments.
trade?

choose

happiness
or
principles, morality and practicality.

choose

life..
it's empty...
all that is, is nothingness..
it's upto us to fill it...
upto us to fill it with our illusions..
illusions that will make it look less empty..

and we do..
because we are afraid..
because emptiness scares us.

I can't no matter hw much i try

I just can't stand

ppl who lie

for convenience.

Oh!

and worse are the ppl

who think they're being smart

in doing so.

I can't identify with them.

I just can't imagine lies being an assistant.
an assistant to make your life more comfortable and conflict free.

i find it cowardly.

a society which promotes such modus vivendi.
i pronounce it degenerate.