Because I can totally empathise.

And there I was, thinking that I was losing my humanity...

...and becoming more and more emotionless. Yet here I am, brooding. Late nights do me no  good at all.

Is it better to feel highs and lows or just feel nothing at all?

Possibly a better solution would be a compromise between the two choices. But for better or for worse, I tend to be a person who thinks in extremes. It's black, or it's white. I can't seem to comprehend the thought of grey areas. I suppose it's more of a failing of my personality.

Reminds me of this Calvin and Hobbes comic:

Calvin: "What do you think is the best way to get what you want? Is it better to hold fast and never back down or to compromise?"
Hobbes: "I supposed it's best to hold fast when you can and compromise when you need to."
Calvin: "That's a lot more mature than I care to be."


Or maybe insomnia just doesn't do good to my sanity. If only I could get some sleep.

Patience

The best things often come not from the path of instant gratification, but from that of patience. And sometimes, the best thing is the wait itself, where one gains a part of himself for the better. I just need to remember that.

Could everything just slow right down for me, please? =)

Sometimes, I feel that everything's moving way too fast for me. People, my life; it's like they're all just passing me by. If I had my way, everything would just slow right down and give me enough time to enjoy my life. But as it stands, everyone's drifting apart again. And I'm starting to slip again, as I feel my support base moving further away. Maybe I should finally learn how to stand on my own. But I can't. I need others. I'm not that strong.

Not a doodle.

I look, I observe. And I wonder what moulded you into who you are today. Into your past I would like to travel, if only to understand you better. For the past presents a good reasoning for whatever that goes on in the present. And I like knowing the reasonings behind.

The dreamer

And the dreamer dreams, dreaming a dream that he has dreamt many times before. Because dreamers will always be dreamers. And so he dreams.

Dream a little dream of me

I dreamt that I was in a zombie apocalypse. But then you were with me, so it was alright.

Waiting

Because I care a lot more than I'd like to admit...

Fly