rough landing, holly

I am acting like an extreme bumaholic. The days just pass by without me noticing it come before me. And it matters to me because when you become subjected into this kind of passivity, your mind begins to wander off your soul and readily submits itself into an asylum. And this place doesn’t necessarily mean protection because I fear recollections. I see things pass through my mind and it gives me the opportunity to see the things I have done from a third person perspective. It makes me throw up sometimes as it makes me feel like my life is that of lame repetitions and re-runs. But then, when I move along, I begin to grow into some wise man of smart caveat. But not as perfect though.

You know what, this life isn’t sucky as it seems. Although the idea walks through my mind really often, I think otherwise. I may not have everything. I am far from being perfect. But I try to embrace the life before me. We all have choices. Choices maybe painful or as easy. But when I think about it, I know that all supreme beings from all religious codes are just trying my gory patience. Waiting sucks I know. Everyone loathes the thought of sheer waiting. But that’s what life is all about anyway:

W-a-i-t-i-n-g.

But you’ve got to hang in there. Surprises come dangling in a corner when you least expect it. And now the thought makes you going. Fasten your seat belts, kiddo. Turbulence ahead.