i cleaned and looked under my closet yesterday. i looked into my files where i used to store all my poems. there i found some short stories i made and not been posted to my blog site. some are not even finished yet. i felt sad for a moment that for several years ive been busy of work and how i have forgotten the other Calvin. the other me who loves poetry. that calvin who used to be cusps of his fantasies. i dont know that but while looking at my self in the mirror.i try to ask that guy who is the big loser after all?. the forgotten me or the current life i have who is miserably dealing with charlatans and wishy-washy personalities who never have created a beautiful part in my career?. these people continuously creates nuance from the usual and so happy seeing others grope in the dark. i miss my old me. a man equipped with powerful words that can move and inspire readers... it makes me sad that some times i wish to put me back into a piece of tactless sh*t. i may be stocked for a moment but it doesnt mean ill be leaving in shadows while watching these people succumb this life i have and have it consumed.. better go sleep... these is not of my another blahhh blahhs. ANG AKIN LANG... ANG AKIN LANG...
Posted on: Thu, 03 Jul 2014 08:39:14 +0000
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