Sunday, January 6, 2013 9:29 PM
Feeling as heavy as anvil(spiritually) and something concealed is bogging me, dragging the remnants of my invoked nicely sliced wedges of sentiments down to the seabed.
"Sail away sailor!" My mind bellowed.
The sailor managed to seize the wheel flying amok upon the helm and began to steer the ship in the right direction but guess what? The anvil had already anchored itself to the floor.
All in all, I was just only intending to describe how I feel, which obviously doesn't occur most of the time and I had no clue on how it turned into sentence-long narrative. To further sum it up, it means I hate feelings or any emotive responses.
Sidetracking, the act of waking up itself is a paradox. Simply to say, you'd know that you'll wake up, but you wouldn't know when you will wake up. Funny isn't it? Actually not quite. I just love to read.
Ok bye.
"Sail away sailor!" My mind bellowed.
The sailor managed to seize the wheel flying amok upon the helm and began to steer the ship in the right direction but guess what? The anvil had already anchored itself to the floor.
All in all, I was just only intending to describe how I feel, which obviously doesn't occur most of the time and I had no clue on how it turned into sentence-long narrative. To further sum it up, it means I hate feelings or any emotive responses.
Sidetracking, the act of waking up itself is a paradox. Simply to say, you'd know that you'll wake up, but you wouldn't know when you will wake up. Funny isn't it? Actually not quite. I just love to read.
Ok bye.