Bruised from confusion

No control, No limits…

Just in a state of utter destruction…

No more shining… no more luster….

just a stone designed to be thrown.

what purpose does it hold..

apart from pain… apart from memory…

am i just a stone meant for the condemned.

to fly across space and time…

only destined to land at the ruins.

am i just a stone,

designed to be carved the initials of the maker..

slowly but surely…

looming through the mists of the past…

i am dust….

fading across winds..

i disintegrate… i scatter..

Dragged and Lost

I grieve for the death of patience.

a second lost is eternity.

lost in the pace of society

all agog to experience life…

inept to compel the sloth or speed…

I am subdued.

I drown in the sands of time

squandering what’s left… i gasp.

no patience. no thought. no time.

I am ravaged.

Thoughless Blur

no lights at night..

stained memories deluded by time…

i unplug the music that is the world….

swim in the pool of reverie….

i float away into the abyss…

i bask in this little moment of solace…

it is frozen.. it is fluid…

and no sense is clarity…

knowledge is perplexity

where reality and dreams are sewn together… i cloak myself


i am at musing’s end.

Scintillating Through Life

I’ve heard somewhere…

 that humans are made of stardust…

Then… I am stardust I say… 

Calmly it makes me feel…

as I belong to something that’s ever present…

A particle of light… 

A trace of existence….

A splinter that glistens

A fragment that’s me.

Someday… the colors will fade to shades of grey…
as bitter memories start to fade away…

Someday… the rivers will dry up….
like those wasted tears that I thought would never stop…

someday… the foot prints in the sand will be washed away…
your touch.. your scent… traces of you… will no longer linger.

Someday as the candles burn out…
My love… My heart…. would cease the longing…

Someday… stone will turn into dust…
like all things that I’ve held onto… would slowly be blown away..

Someday, as night will turn to day…
all that’s dark will be bright again…

Someday.. it wont hurt…
someday… all these wounds will heal..
Someday.. somehow…with time…

all will be okay…

Tune into Life

Let the music be the silence of worries and regrets.
Let the music be the voice of reality and dreams.

With each stroke..
Each huff…
Each beat

let the melody take you where you want to be.

It’s a chant of belief…  It’s the cry of giving up.

It’s about blending in with the orchestra…
It’s in isolation with your piece…

Music is heart.
followed by rhythm…

Echoed in the symphony that is life.

MY MIND WANDERS AGAIN...

We all want another truth, another reality… sadly.. there is only one..

pointlessly dissappointing.

AMBAGES

Life’s labyrinth…

We all search for purpose…
We all get lost….

And every wrong turn… You think you’ll know the way… But no.

You’re still lost…

And you struggle… You get impatient… You panic…
Cause somehow… You hate to move without knowing what’s coming…

Especially with that screaming voice in your head that’s thinking what’s in the end is
Nothing…
It’s not what you want.
You’re wasting it.

That all this time you push and you push… You’ve run miles in search of that way out of the maze…
And only to find out you’re just back to square one.
You’re in the same friggin spot as before.
Nothing has changed. You’re still lost. And you still don’t know what’s happening.. Or what you’ve done wrong… And if you’ve done anything right after all.. deep down you’re thinking… Maybe… 

You never really wanted to get out of the maze…

Cause confusion excuses you from doing.
Confusion excuses you to making decisions…
Confusion excuses you from making mistakes… answering the wrong questions…
And facing the fact that you have to move on.
Cheers to growing up. :|

First-ish

With random thoughts..and words uttered out of sheer spontaneity.

I create this blog. never really saw myself as the writing type.. with many failed attempts of doing journals over the years… so I wasn’t really sure what had really pushed me to getting into blog writing. cause looking into my old essays, works and the like…all I see is random scribbles in my head, sporadic moments of bright ideas…and just plain word vomit..

though as I write this… I am not expecting any readers… rather just to get my head out there.. utter frivolity for some most … but maybe… somehow… the universe can comprehend my nonsense… and perhaps…

rescue me from my thoughts.