monkeycrap's Diaryland Diary

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bored.

Standing by the window
Eyes upon the moon
Hoping that the memory will leave her spirit soon

She shuts the doors and lights
And lays her body on the bed
Where images and words are running deep
She has too much pride to pull the sheets above her head
So quietly she lays and waits for sleep

She stares at the ceiling
And tries not to think
And pictures the chain
She's been trying to link again
But the feeling is gone

And water can't cover her memory
And ashes can't answer her pain
God give me the power to take breath from a breeze
And call life from a cold metal frame.

Dream Theater - waiting for sleep

It's just a matter of being transferred from a wooden crate to a glass cage. You get all excited, all happy, because you get to see the world, the world which you've never seen previously. Rolling hills, running plateaus, mountain ranges. All yours for the taking. So you run towards it. And crash. You fall, you pick yourself up, but the same cannot be said for your spirit. That's how I feel right now.

I swear, it's a vicious cycle. You get sick of life, then you realise that you are so damn fortunate and blessed after like watching the 'call 1900112-whatever' show on tv, so you start counting your blessings and being all thankful and stuff. Then you realise there's only so much you can do, complemented with the basic econs theory that human wants are never satisfied, and it's only a matter of time before you start getting sick of counting your blessings. Then, good things come. A good meal with your best pals, msn conversations with your best friends, or a well illustrated issue of fhm. And the process repeats. In a nutshell, i'm pretty sick of being sick.

But you know what really helps? Long late night walks. Haven't done that in a long time. Did so last night. Route marched with tim, from tiong bahru plaza, past the tiong bahru estates to outram park and SGH, past the entire outram estate area to the CBD, which was totally empty, past lau pa sat area, past tanjong pagar, to fullerton, then to esplanade, before ending up in city hall. Talking is good. Yeah, talk may be cheap, but so are a lot of good things.

I'm off.

12:33 p.m. - 2004-09-25

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