Saturday, October 16, 2010
Saturday, October 16, 2010
a constant bored of life, nothing special come along the way.
been practicing a song to fill up my emptiness and get myself healed emotionally.
been longing for a healing, searching endlessly.
looking at things that does not exist in my eye making me envy it. something i feel like expressing out, but will cause me to seems insane.
i missed the pirate age, although i didn't even exist there at all. everything is just a tales. wish i can rapture away from this damn boring earthly hood to some where that does not exist in the eye.
some where where i can grab onto a robe standing on the edge of the bowsprit, leaning on a flying jib; feeling the wind flowing across me, holding on to a hat looking up the sky; seeing a blue sky with a lazy cloud blazing by.
breathing in the air feeling the smell of the sea, hearing a sound of the flipping sail. with a sea dove flying across in a group.
tilt backward seeing a group of a fellow pirate smilling back with a family hood smile. seeing those scar we had that symbolize the share of the pain we had amoung us.
hearing a voice of our pirate hood shouting out a voice that we can never forget.
reached home around 11PM+ due to working, didn't get to hang out with anyone felt lonely and same time bored as well.
at most what else can i do? i am just too helpless and hopeless. so this the only thing i can do and it's also fucking crappy some how, hate myself for being a paul weng khiong.
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an hour later JOSEPH and JOHN came over to find me, im surprised. followed them on joseph bike to slack around in YISHUN dam. picnic!
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a constant bored of life, nothing special come along the way.
been practicing a song to fill up my emptiness and get myself healed emotionally.
been longing for a healing, searching endlessly.
looking at things that does not exist in my eye making me envy it. something i feel like expressing out, but will cause me to seems insane.
i missed the pirate age, although i didn't even exist there at all. everything is just a tales. wish i can rapture away from this damn boring earthly hood to some where that does not exist in the eye.
some where where i can grab onto a robe standing on the edge of the bowsprit, leaning on a flying jib; feeling the wind flowing across me, holding on to a hat looking up the sky; seeing a blue sky with a lazy cloud blazing by.
breathing in the air feeling the smell of the sea, hearing a sound of the flipping sail. with a sea dove flying across in a group.
tilt backward seeing a group of a fellow pirate smilling back with a family hood smile. seeing those scar we had that symbolize the share of the pain we had amoung us.
hearing a voice of our pirate hood shouting out a voice that we can never forget.
reached home around 11PM+ due to working, didn't get to hang out with anyone felt lonely and same time bored as well.
at most what else can i do? i am just too helpless and hopeless. so this the only thing i can do and it's also fucking crappy some how, hate myself for being a paul weng khiong.
< >
an hour later JOSEPH and JOHN came over to find me, im surprised. followed them on joseph bike to slack around in YISHUN dam. picnic!
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