Never for Real
I just cannot sleep. Maybe it is because of the Starbucks coffee.
Maybe it is not.
Sometimes, being expressive might seem to be the best way to convey something that bothers you. And then it leads to a mentality that assures you that it would be best to keep things light, brief, on the surface.
Everyone makes mistakes. I repeat them subconciously every time. I shall not say it is due to the lack of precaution when I see the incoming signals, I just do not have the drive to treat it as a mistake, I thought and still think that it has not been a mistake. Reason being, I have not obtained a definite answer.
An answer that I never really look forward to find out. Well, maybe this is another mistake.
It is seasonal, unpredictable, tempting and often times, promising. I know it will go on and on, it just has not reached a dead end. Yet it never fails to inflict the same old feeling I used to have, the same insecurities, the same doubts because the whole process repeats itself. But I do cherish the little moments each time it knocks on my door for I can smile freely upon things that touch my heart, never faked and it comes from within.
I felt warmth from being cold. What an irony.
Opt for a change? Probably in the next generation or the generation after that. I do not see it coming at all. Simply because it's too impossible, even miracles cannot help fix the situation. For instance, you can add vanilla or chocolate flavorings into a cup of coffee but the coffee taste still outweighs. You can spice things up each time but in the end of the day, the flow remains constant. It has reached a plateau way before this.
Go for what you want. You never want to cry yourself to sleep. Again.
Maybe it is not.
Sometimes, being expressive might seem to be the best way to convey something that bothers you. And then it leads to a mentality that assures you that it would be best to keep things light, brief, on the surface.
Everyone makes mistakes. I repeat them subconciously every time. I shall not say it is due to the lack of precaution when I see the incoming signals, I just do not have the drive to treat it as a mistake, I thought and still think that it has not been a mistake. Reason being, I have not obtained a definite answer.
An answer that I never really look forward to find out. Well, maybe this is another mistake.
It is seasonal, unpredictable, tempting and often times, promising. I know it will go on and on, it just has not reached a dead end. Yet it never fails to inflict the same old feeling I used to have, the same insecurities, the same doubts because the whole process repeats itself. But I do cherish the little moments each time it knocks on my door for I can smile freely upon things that touch my heart, never faked and it comes from within.
I felt warmth from being cold. What an irony.
Opt for a change? Probably in the next generation or the generation after that. I do not see it coming at all. Simply because it's too impossible, even miracles cannot help fix the situation. For instance, you can add vanilla or chocolate flavorings into a cup of coffee but the coffee taste still outweighs. You can spice things up each time but in the end of the day, the flow remains constant. It has reached a plateau way before this.
Go for what you want. You never want to cry yourself to sleep. Again.
