When I'm able to fly away

I'm going to a place so far away.

...

In Denial

So I had a grande time with grande-size cup toffee coffee and grande-loud laughter with mates. It was a genuinely jovial time, I genuinely enjoyed my toffee coffee and I genuinely laughed to the funnies.

Not that there's anything wrong with it.

Then I drove off in my carriage of 4 wheels.
Off I go into the night, heading to I don’t know where.
Probably I need to be in a solitary confinement of this moving steel carriage.
Not that there's anything wrong with it.

40 kilometers trip on an 80 kilos/hour speed.
40 kilometers trip accompanied with a hollow feeling.
40 kilometers trip with the same track playing repeatedly on my CD.
Not that there's anything wrong with it.

And I went home, unknowing on how to resolve this emotional roller coaster I’m currently in.

Not that there's anything wrong with it.

On Some Day

Tonight

28 December 2007

12:24 AM

I managed to cheat the day once again.
It was an unadorned day, stupid and tedious.
Where all ignorant being akin to me as mere marionette dolls.
They were not funny and they weren’t even amusing in the first place.
My smile was only a facade to hide my mock and disgust.

So I went home, walking in a plain full of rotten flowers and razor sharp grass.
Choke myself with the purple obnoxious air of weeds and carbon.
And I thought to myself...
Maybe this trip will lead me to my utopia.

If I didn’t die tonight, I will most surely make my comeback again someday next year.
Then I may see the path that will lead me to my utopia again.
Even better, Maybe I can bring those stupid marionette dolls along with me.