It feels like drugs. The euphoria and the initial high that leaves you wanting for more. A feeling that is so easily mugged away, leaving you right at the other end of the see-saw, painfully aware of the sore emptiness inside. So easy to turn to cynical wisdom and resolve to walk a straight path instead of life's ups and downs. But no... for me I'd realize what that would mean and that means I can't even find comfort in the cynicism, making it all the more frustrating to know that I'll probably feel it all over again and again.
But enough about that... I've blabbered far too much on it already. Besides isn't this happy times? So let me purify my happiness by locking away the foreboding knowledge of the inevitability of going down when one is already high up (not that I'm doing a particularly good job of it now that I've solidified my thoughts into words).
Is this a start of something? I definitely hope so. A bridge to the gap I've been wanting to cross. So let me sleep tonight with the sweet dreams of hope; hope for a better time ahead, hope for something wonderful, something marvellous and something to be treasured. Sow it, invest in it, cultivate and reap the rewards of the harvest.
its an amazing thing to solidify thoughts and emotions into words. it's like a whole new dimension suddenly appears before me and my thoughts become so much more focused and directional. its not just that general 'feeling' anymore but it becomes something rational and something that has depth. i used to (and still do) wonder if something is lost in diarying and if the feelings become narrowed and become something lesser than what they were before the words, but i can't deny the things to be gained.
Name: Foo Guo Zhong Melvyn
Age: 19+
Affiliations: MSHS (Pri), Rosyth, RI, RJC, SFX (LoG)
Bday: 14th Nov
Email: mel_protoss@hotmail.com
It feels like drugs. The euphoria and the initial high that leaves you wanting for more. A feeling that is so easily mugged away, leaving you right at the other end of the see-saw, painfully aware of the sore emptiness inside. So easy to turn to cynical wisdom and resolve to walk a straight path instead of life's ups and downs. But no... for me I'd realize what that would mean and that means I can't even find comfort in the cynicism, making it all the more frustrating to know that I'll probably feel it all over again and again.
But enough about that... I've blabbered far too much on it already. Besides isn't this happy times? So let me purify my happiness by locking away the foreboding knowledge of the inevitability of going down when one is already high up (not that I'm doing a particularly good job of it now that I've solidified my thoughts into words).
Is this a start of something? I definitely hope so. A bridge to the gap I've been wanting to cross. So let me sleep tonight with the sweet dreams of hope; hope for a better time ahead, hope for something wonderful, something marvellous and something to be treasured. Sow it, invest in it, cultivate and reap the rewards of the harvest.
its an amazing thing to solidify thoughts and emotions into words. it's like a whole new dimension suddenly appears before me and my thoughts become so much more focused and directional. its not just that general 'feeling' anymore but it becomes something rational and something that has depth. i used to (and still do) wonder if something is lost in diarying and if the feelings become narrowed and become something lesser than what they were before the words, but i can't deny the things to be gained.