Wednesday, October 10, 2007
They ask, who is the most important person to you.. I don't know how to answer that question.. Perhaps I still have an answer but does it matter? The story of a servant and the served.. So what.. it's only a story.. and certainly fiction.. who'd ever believe in such naivety of life.
After reading a passage/story/book.. I come to wonder.. who am I? am I who I'm suppose to be, or who I'm naturally are. Yet dumbfounded by this and another.. It comes down to.. what am i? An accident? A failed experiment? I don't even know why I am who I am. It just sucks, to be lost to yourself. the mixtures of Ts and As. If everything was created perfect in a sense, why do i feel i wasn't created but spawned. Am i simply just a sick joke? God must hate me.. to actually see this day.. All darkness falls, rejects will forever be by themselves, who would reach for a reject. It's not natural.. Perhaps that's life for me, start a reject and end a reject. Rejects have no choice, no life, no will.. They live off other people as a sustenance of living, they live off other people's words and expression.. Nothing else could suit them because society was not made for rejects.
Delusional to self pain.. and hallucination of a better future... the cruelty imposed upon.. probably beyond understandings. Time won't tell, neither would hearts. It was never meant to be.. Just to be erased by time and flow with the ashes into nothingness, and forgotten forever.. No trace of existence nor a glimpse of memories.. Erased from everything because that's how it all works..
Posted by wJ at 10:32 PM