This will make no sense as to what am I about to say for I am only ventilating every random stocked up thoughts gathered up inside this mind of mine. You might as well stop reading right now if you want.
Watching years pass by, seeing those young faces turn into unbelievable sights. Innocence killed by the very truth of the world. From singing the always famous children songs to the stereotyped tracks of today. It’s a nuisance when these memoirs attack my mind as if Napoleon is strategizing this invasion. But what can I do? It’s here and it’ll always stay and I’ll have it no other way.
Putting everything else aside, why do we always wish to go back in time to that specific moment where that tiny part of our lives changed the rest of the years to come? What if it was possible? Then second chances will be a thing of the past since you can practically repeat everything at your whim. Made a mistake? No problem. Just a few presses here and there and we’re back at time to fix that little problem of yours.
If you we’re the only intelligent human on earth and the rest of humanity we’re dumb as bricks, would you accept it knowing for a fact that only you will understand and appreciate the babbles that you concoct? On a plus side, you will be undeniably claimed as the smartest human in the face of this planet.
Love… What is this sizzling word? Its literal meaning is worth at most 1 to 2 sentences and yet others can write a novel that portrays their definition of this word. Can it really move mountains? Can it really make the impossible happen? If so, then can it make a time machine?
Why must I always be driven to deep thoughts from time to time? They surely don’t need any remembering for they are more of failures than victories. Failures, fears, irrational acts, wrong decisions that made huge effects, pride over everything else, I remember them most. It brings up a pain on a mental sense. Obviously, I still have not moved over them that much as I thought. Though, I still hope for the day that I truly go pass them.
Doesn’t it feel good being praised? But when criticized, you simply ignore it or worse, contradict it with your own ideas that you think is right and make a definite point that their criticism is wrong. So what’s the point for correction if that very mistake you cannot seem to accept?
Death. The word never really gave me that special reaction. It’s more of saying “what’s new”. I mean everyone inevitably ceases to exist at some point in time. The news, the chit chat overheard from the neighbors, the very scene outside your house, it’s everywhere. It’s clichéd. In my own sense that is.
Night. Now this word I appreciate most. The peace it gives. The sudden change in climate that gives you comfort or maybe chills. The sounds you hear that will never occur when the sun is up. It’s always the perfect scene for every romantic film. Lovers intertwined under the starry blue mooned sky. As for me, I tend to get more interested in scribbling down everything I thought up. Regardless if it’s senseless or full of hidden messages that will never be decoded that will only be claimed preposterous according to the perception of others.
