Scribesmeister v4 (In Zero Gravity)

How can I find something
That two can take
Without stumbling as we
Walk into our futures wake
I’m like a broken record
That you can play
Repeating as if it matters
Everything I want to say
I’ll be all right

As long as it matters
As long as youre here with me now
Forget that time
Its nothing we touch and see
All this is fine
Even as it crashes down on me
I’m looking around
There’s nothing that I could want
More than to tell you
There’s no more than we’ve already got
I’ll be all right
As long as it matters
As long as you’re here with me now…
Forget that our time is almost up
Ill be all right…

How could fate trick you into thinking that something beyond what you can imagine can actually happen? I don’t like connecting the dots. I don’t like any trivial analysis. I don’t like wondering. I don’t like how my mind works and turns into a spelunker trying to dig up thoughts that are forbidden. Ugh, this could be verbosely insignificant for all you know. But who knows? Screw these thoughts. Well, he’s probably right, all this pondering on phenomenal happenings won’t do any good. Yeah, I might as well hate it too.

Fate + Time = complexities of life.

endless hoping. wishful thinking. excruciating journey.

If it was fate who brought him into my life and shove him out of it…then why does fate still keeps me hanging? What are all these signs about? Life is a whore. ARgh. Does everything really have to be appear logical to me? I need a good reason for something that i can’t even define. Again, I would anchor on fate to gather the pieces for me.

I know what’s worse than dying . It’s watching someone you love die. You know they’d be around for a certain period of time. You know they’d be gone soon. There’s nothing left to do anymore, but to enjoy the days with them. But how could you cheer yourself up when you know that you’re headed for a sad ending? Somehow losing a great possession gives you a distinctive sense of freedom. It’s like you are no longer afraid to give anything away for fear of not getting it back to yourself.

I cried when I lost my dog. I cried when I slipped from the fence I was climbing. I cried when the big black rats wolfed down my 10 cute hamsters and when my ancient pagong crushed my imported african turtle. Hahaha! (time to laugh).

Hay…ang sakit talagang mamatayan, diba? Ayoko nang mamatayan pa uli.