Are we all that colourful, complicated yet simple? Something simple and colourful can be such a wonder and at the same time be so difficult and complex. Do we need to pretend?
Why do we need to hide, to be trapped and hidden inside with the feelings capable of eating our emotions till we feel no more.
Do I need to love or be loved.
Do we need each other, indirectly depending on others as our guide or our stepping stones so that we can climb over and gain fame, money and position.
Why do we feel what we feel. Lost in the crowd but yet find danger and fear not comfort and courage?
Why do we give in so much with little in return, yet we do the same to the people who give in so much to us.
Love to love but love to hate more.
We want to cherish friends but we are closer to our enemies.
Do we have to have faith and hope, when hope is probably the cruelest emotion.
Should style ever die out but yet make a come back again.
Critics are criticised as well.
Actions always usually speak louder than words, but words can damage and injure so arent words pretty loud, enough?
Do you think we are all created perfectly where everyone has thier own abilities. What if you are who you with the same thoughts and callibre but born somewhere else, way back - less developed will we have the same opportunties? Is showing our concern plainly taking pity?
If advise is free why does the advisor expect something in return, at least? - Respect?
Do you feel alone though you are surrounded with friends and in some circle of fame?
Do you party away trying so hard to enjoy and forget just for awhile yet plunge right back into fear and dismiss at our real situation at times? While the time used for partying can be used to slove the certain problem.
Do we really know what we will wish for when we rub that bottle, with the genie in it with any given situation unknown to us at that point of time?
Cause we never really think enough even though we have given enough thought.
Cause we tend to be more choosy when we have more choices forgetting the real facts of your needs.
He can make you smile yet he can make you cry.
She can make you preserver yet she can make you give up easily.
We were meant to feel. Meant to even hate so that there will be balance. Balance in the world. But what could lie wrong with the concept of balance is that balance can meet danger. We could have half of the world at war and the other embracing peace. Have her rich and the other in proverty. Will that keep the real meaning of balance true?
-Sometimes we feel so pathetic because we already have the pieces of puzzle, just no way to connect it. All we wanna do is to forget it be part of that kid. Be some else you are not so that you could fit. Till we hit danger, who are we to seek, could we just blame him or her, dont be insane live your life, we dont accept quitters. The world is not going to change it will always be mean, I've just got to be meaner. -
Sleep is my escape but it is not my refuge.
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