Session 14: Mish Mash Blues

This blog has no reason to be alive nor do I want it to be around anymore. saves me another portion of my youth,though much of it has went to a waste. There is a reason for doing a thing and sometimes one doesn't even need any reason to justify his action. It's been fun writing all my miseries, rant, fortunes and misfortunes alike.
Nothing beats the fun giving any reader(if there is any) a taste of my life, however miserable or good it is. The greatest gift a writer can give to his audience is not to write what is expected by them.

My thought is my personal right and my actions are the manifestation of my thought.
I am already losing grip of reality and everything around me. gradually, i feel something inside of me going numb. For whatever reason, I don't feel sad when bad things happen to me nor do i feel good when the opposite happens to me.I look for equality when surrounded by people , just so that I am not entangled by preferences. Those that I know, I don't know who they really are. Superficiality covers and masks the true identity of one, whether he or she admits it.

It's been a short experience since the old SKYFURNACE bailed out. I am not losing heart nor do I want to surrender to the demon that keeps my writing at bay. There are times when one should back down and lay low, being a quiet observant, weary of his surrounding. those are the things that i will write or etch in my brain, in place of the dead SKYFURNACE. Expecting an end to something is foolish, for a life can be brought to an abrupt end, that is how everything revolves at, the way I see things are. Life, in essence, is nothing but a dream.

we all sleep while we wake up and wake up while we sleep.is the past reality? are memories the truth?
where are dreams.dreams?

the dreams we dream while asleep, the dreams we dream while awake? they are both the same. the people that say they don't dream only don't remember. the people with no dreams have only yet to notice them. they are cowards.they want to see them, but they're merely forcing themselves not to.

and this is just an illusion. controlled by an unseen hand, the truth is still covered by a thick veil. but it quietly , like the moons of Titans,secretly exists.eventually showing itself after the sandstorm clears.

so.... let's stop getting angry over such simple pleasures. this is not a joke. nor it is a fiction. or ....have i been seeing a bad dream?...

InsyaAllah