Life is a never ending interpretation . . .
Looking people's ways of talking, ways of behaving, and ways of looking, I have to interpret what they really mean.
Sometimes I misinterpret them and they interpreted me wrongly. At that times, the balance between me and people goes wrong.
Now, I'm too tired of doing this . . .
I feel myself as a clam who wanna stay inside its shell, who is so sensitive to touch with the air outside the shell . . . May be emotional inertia . . . It's been so long I've been far away from using my brain and challenging. Obedient makes me dump.
I also get the habit of "Ignore".
These days, I don't feel my existence . . .
(bs)
i 'm reading ur poems n realized something
ReplyDeleteu do have talents on poem.
don't waste it away.
use it.
start writing for others !
Thanks a lot sis :P
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