Life and Laments

Welcome Dragon

2011-12-31T19:32:00.000-08:00

It's the start of the year, the perfect time to start a new post. Haven't seen anything new though, I would probably need to go out more often.

It seems to be good for me because I'm able to avoid my messianic tendency however i'm running out of things to say. Oh well my first post for the year and I have nothing to say.

A new leaf opening as the seconds flick to a next cycle,

Darkness flooded with noise and flints of chaos.

In a few hours of chaos darkness covers everything again.. and then silence.

Yet Another Apple

2011-12-11T21:04:00.000-08:00

A fallacy crafted by actions and observations, tis not me who wills this. Or maybe I sought and gave the small gestures thus the play started in the Garden of Eden. I will grow weary and distraught perhaps, however nay should I be corrupted by such thoughts.

How many apples have I held? How many more would I pick? When would this stop?

The Eve

2011-08-25T00:32:00.000-07:00

Today I prepare for the day called "Hiding day". Bad news is that I can't completely hide because of work. My 3 days leave got approved 3 weeks ago but alas I had to cancel last minute. Work is really taking over everything, even the Hiding day.

Well, a sad fact about tomorrow would be that I'm broke ahahahahah. It's funny I usually don't think about money, I'm not that type of person.

What am I to expect tomorrow? hmm hopefully it would be a quiet one similar to last year.

Another year, another journey

2010-08-26T08:27:00.000-07:00

My deepest gratitude to those who remembered the day I would call Hiding day. Without saying, they spent some of their time to greet a worthless and senseless guy.
To my better half who kept quiet and tried to keep it to herself, Thank you!

This day has made its way and it's just the way I wanted it to be because now I know that those who remembered are the ones closest to my heart.

Much love and respect to all of you!!!!

How will I forget

2009-03-23T03:19:00.000-07:00

It's been a while since I left my mind, and ventured through my heart. Along the way I found my peace and the one that made me forget. Yet another thorn that pierced into my sanity, another behemoth who stepped on my soul. She stayed with me though I don't know, if life will let me bleed and go.

Oh how will I forget these sorrows and woes that imprisoned me....

First Person

2006-09-24T06:36:00.000-07:00

Why? I gave you my all and yet you left me in this horrid state. My world revolved around you but it meant nothing, not a single thing because everything has been flushed down the drain.
What I am now is empty, no worth and no direction. Sorrow already consumed my soul and pity is all that's left in my mind. Oh life, no more will I walk this hell and stay to endure the wounds that you've caused. This is too much for a mere mortal to bear, I am but a feeble being who wanted love yet I harbored grief.
There's a limit to everything and I think mine has reached its peak, I would rather end it here and sleep to never wake up again.

Here I rest soaked in the water of my tears, head lain oe'r my hearts tribulation and fears. Wish me solace or cast upon me curses, silence is all I heed as this day passes. Shush, I plead thee and let my mind stay sober so none will hinder my eternal slumber.

What's Eating You

2006-09-15T15:00:00.000-07:00

History repeats itself, and yes it does haunt you for some odd reason. It was a mistake that I tried to recreate today, well it's an improved version. The pin that pierced my skull has turned into a jack hammer. Oh my! This is absolutely insane. I think I already lost it, the last strand cut by my own hands. This is uber rubbish!

Bent

2006-06-05T01:16:00.000-07:00

The same thing over and over again, I keep on stabbing my head with a pin that never goes through my skull. Thick, demented, and idealistic now I'm starting to dredge the virtues planted within me. The bandwagon sign states that it's worth the try and it's something you should not miss. I think I've been trying half my life to find it but I always end up hurting myself. Every time I find it, there's always something wrong. Jinxed as my friend calls it, she told me once that I have a knack for these types. Now I'm starting to see that as a fact, it's been quite a while that I've wondered why she usually hits my sight. Going into detail may reveal who she is so let's skip that. All that I know for now is that she's a diamond in the rocks, rough and she doesn’t know how precious she is.
Everything has been set to the limits, I mean everything including my views. I'm at the brink of just letting everything go and see where the tides will take me.
Scars are the best marks for remembering a mistake and yes I have a big one that says "Aye I'm stupid". Words are words that can be forgotten, written in the wind and blown by the whim of change. I would not want to divulge anything that may sooner or later be the trigger to cut the last strand of my sanity.
This is starting to sound like a senseless gewgaw, alright I'll be going back to my little gloomy corner.
Forever lost in words, trapped in the action of a virulent reality, bent to imperfection as the angel hymns her wailing soliloquy.

Fifth Beatitude

2006-04-03T03:32:00.000-07:00

His hand open, empty, skinny and filled with dirt. With tattered clothes and a cane on his other hand, he held on to the metal poles of despair. The soul who stands restless and searching for a cause that will extend their life for another day. Would there be anyone to take heed?

Another soul in the brink of despondency, the eyes that does not mirror her soul and her hands wounded. Can you see anything through her eyes? Behold her face, tainted by sorrow scarred by life and gasping for hope.

Solace, is it too much to lend a hand?

Positively

2006-02-08T23:02:00.000-08:00

Tis everyday that I ask myself if I am ready to go on and live to see the end, with all hesitations, I answer positively. Then comes the question that always comes into mind, am I ready to love and learn the common ways of man? Yes, I'm ready to learn the common ways of man, but how about love?

A well laid plan for the kings and their knights, however it's a bitter snare of reality for the lonely foot soldiers. You see as a foot soldier we try to risk our necks in order to pave the way for the all gallant and chivalrous knight in shining armor, but if the girl was able to keep a four leaf clover she might end up with the king instead.
Love to me is more like a struggle that devours the courage within the bravest men, a sickness that causes temporary insanity and a state of no return. The way I defined it will tell you what views I have about it. Yes I'm lonely hopeless romantic, looking for the right person who will release me from my chain of skepticism about this thing called love.

What does it really mean? A novice never really knows what it is except when the time comes that he falls into it and comes out of the pit. What if he does'nt come out? Will that mean it's the end?
Questions, questions, and more questions it's bound with endless questions. Why? How? What if? Is there a real definition to love? It has inspired many word weavers and was explained in numerous manners but what really is the meaning of platonic love?
I am a bit perplexed, why? If I ask you "Is love pity?" what will you answer? Think about it.

Another question if I may, Is love a decision or is it an emotion? Why ask this? I don't know.

A Glimpse of Sanity

2006-01-15T19:11:00.000-08:00

Silence, then I halt my thoughts to linger within my world. Darkness, all I can see is darkness then I realized that my eyes were closed. Sitting, waiting ,and wondering why I chose to stay blinded by the sighs that whisper in the air. Am I alone to weep everytime that I will fumble? Will hopeless chants of solitude see me through? Can life be bound to end where you began? As I wallow in my sorrow a shadow caught my sight. Then it all came to my senses, did I ever looked around me? Was I even listening?
What clouded my mind was my eyes and I was shouting from within, no wonder I was hearing whispers. Too much solitude consumed me, now reality wants to take me back.

Was this the reason why I chose to close my eyes? Dementia, now I clamour light and the hymns of cherubims.

In Between Time and Space

2005-12-25T21:35:00.000-08:00

A gruelling 4 months just passed, there were several casualties yet all of us survived. The run down on things, I came, I saw, and I was jobless. Greener pastures were never meant to be easy, you'll stumble on a mirage that'll take your attention and before you know it everything's gone. It was a rude awakening for me because I suddenly found myself back to square one. Well, here I am now, a new work and a lot of getting used too. Hopefully this trip will last longer than the previous one.
A good thing to remember about this year, finally I changed my cordao. My first ever batizado, I was not satisfied with what I did but I got it. Next year I'll try to get a new one, a color that will make me proud somehow. A better game will spice it up I guess, I'll try to get my feet moving again as often as possible.Hmm I'm praying that I can gather enough money so that I can join the Singapore batizado next year. A new year is about to start and I still have no direction, am I dumb or what?

You're mind suspended in thin air you're soul stagnant in between time and space, yourself torn between drifts and tides.

Season? What Season?

2005-12-25T18:02:00.000-08:00

Oh my forsaken life, another day has passed and I'm still here dying in vain. Everybody's jolly about the season, hell yeah they are. No money in their pockets and they're still smiling, there must be something cooking within those thin cracked skulls.
It's the season for giving and loving, yeah right, you won't love a pocked face bastard right? Giving? Sounds like the media is getting too deep into your skull, well not just the media it's a well cooked stew by the business devils.
I've been waiting to here about government officials extending their help to the desperately needy, well I did saw a few of them on TV but it's all about the exposure. Everytime they do something it's them wearing their game face. Sure we see them helping, handing out donations and all, but whats the scheme? Where did the money come from? We won't know unless we try to open our eyes, the way I see it they're using our tax for they're selfish deeds.
Yesterday I saw this show on TV, it was nice to know that this pretty host has a big heart for the needy. But wait there's more, why the hell is she giving alms to the scumbags who clutter the streets like frenzy? These people never wanted to improve their lives. The camera saw them sitting at the gutters waiting for something to happen, well that's what I saw I must be wrong but the hell I did'nt liked the idea. Poverty already ate our society and it's a tough battle that will not end soon, but what are we doing about it? Hundreds of families moving from their province to the metro hoping that lady luck favors them. We ought to be called Luck Hunters because for most of us it 's all about the saying "Come what may" or the word that is "Destiny".
Our children needs help, you see them walking around the metro asking for money, dying because of the worthless parents who left them. They try to work their butts out from dusk till dawn just so that they have their petty salary for lack of a better word. I'm sorry because the mere thought of these infuriates me.
These kids need our help, they need our attention and we need to know who they are, better yet we need to know who really needs our help.
I'm not in the position to say these things, but hey its just me.... Wow I'm starting to sound like a human rights activist.

What I clamour is not what I seek, yet what I seek is the one I released. Time and space does not declare what we are and how we are. Have we asked ourselves who we are or what we are? Many times we answered positively but have we considered asking did I make a difference? Did I give my soul what it needs?

What Were You?

2005-10-25T02:09:00.000-07:00

It’s just one of those days when the sun wouldn’t shine. Everything seems awfully gloomy and demented, but how come? I never woke up on the wrong side of the bed yet it feels like it. Damn pain relievers are kicking in.

Oh my crappy life, I’m threading memory lane again. I’m just too complicated and I like complicating things.

What if you found out that you were a mass murderer in your past life would you be happy? It’s freaking cool if you think about it, but hey the ones you killed were children. Now can you see what’s haunting me?

I yield a soul lost in oblivion, the thirst for blood triggers my rage. When the blood of the innocent lavishly flows tis only then that I rest my soul.

Signs

2005-10-14T05:00:00.000-07:00

GOD is the MAN and he'll always listen, but be careful what you wish for, it might just come true. Well in my case, it all went from bad to worst, he gave me what I wanted but ended up not wanting it. Am I going wackoo?
HE never made me feel ordinary, I always had to think it over several times.
The ratio of male to female population is 7-1, thus I came to another loony thought. Why the hell am I still single? Jeez am I a bonehead or what?
They always tell me there's a time, a place and something else. What's that something else? is it the SIGN? I had so many SIGNS a week ago yet I'm not sure if she's right for me. There's something about her that makes me sigh. I guess it's normal for others, but hey I'm not others, I'm IT. The gooey substance thats in your nose. Crappy mindset huh?
I'll wait a for a few more signs I think, hopefully, still hopefully it's going to be alright.

Tis your smile that holds me from within, enchanting as it may seem yet it crushes my spirit.

A Closure to a Scar

2005-10-09T03:08:00.000-07:00

Everything had passed and nothing will change. You were right and I know I got too carried away.I detest the thought of making you cry and yet I did.
Let's not talk about the past anymore, we're still here as friends. Like what I told you before, I made a promise to HIM that no matter what I'll take care of my buddy bear, that I will surely do.
Sorry for being insensitive, sorry for misleading you, thank you for everything.

Till Then

2005-05-12T04:35:00.000-07:00

I wanted to stay away and I did. What happened now? I felt that I left you on your darkest days. Well you did say that you're not a charity case, so why should I worry? Everything that happened, happened for a reason. You already became a part of my journey although I got lost, I was able to find my way. I'm starting to see that it's better this way. When our paths cross again I don't know what I'll say, maybe just maybe I'll have something in mind when that time comes. For now I guess I should start by saying sorry.

Feral Virility

2005-04-22T17:15:00.000-07:00

Need I be envious of such endeavors, acts of rabid regression running to the mind. Corrupted with visions of perfect curves and bodily fluids pouring down like hell. The scent of flesh wanting to be caressed, to be held, and to be rubbed. Temptations taught through visions of submissive impulses, motion of the entity, and the wanton glare of their eyes.

Besetted, condemned, branded as weak and admonished this is a society that declares every mammal as copulate yet declines the being that abstains from the act. In a bandwagon society of superficial judgement the ego declares your status quo and affinity. Perfection gives power to beauty and punishment to ghastly images. Let me hold on to the thought, hate is starting to consume me.

Yellow Cab

2005-04-21T16:02:00.000-07:00

Several occassions of endless moments-- the aroma, the color, and the smiles-- they all leave me frozen in time. A place that keeps me waiting and craving for something special. I clamour the feel of ecstasy with the mere sight of each welcoming smiles that blocked our path. Held by caring eyes and a grip of assurance that leads my way to the counter. A commanding voice that never ceases to brighten my thoughts, dictates the flavor of every piece that spices my life. We sit, wait and look into each others eyes. A glance over the shoulder from here and there, anxious and waiting for their well known piece. Spoken but not uttered and this is what I feel, your silent motion traps my thoughts and leaves me numb. We babble non-sense, yet we know not what non-sense is. Here it comes, the piece that reminds me of you. A masterpiece of different flavors that compliments each other, the wholeness of a piece that inspires my aching stomach.

These are the endless moments that this place reminds me, happy thoughts of loneliness and solitary contentment. Another message another thought, another lonely reminder of the past how will I go on.

Reasons

2005-04-10T18:38:00.000-07:00

I don't know why I can't move on? Why I kept on thinking about you and the things I could've done to keep you. What if I did this? What if I did that? Nothing seems to matter now because you already chose him. Here I am, a portrait on the wall, a being remembered as a part of your life and nothing else.
I try to keep my distance but the thought of you crying simply kills me, I can't let anybody hurt you. Am I just giving some reason because of some false hope? Maybe things are better if I keep my distance. Tell me what to do, say something that will end this hopeless situation. Reason held me from walking away, reason kept me alive. Reason binds my foolish hopes and torments my blinded heart.

The Recurring Nightmare

2005-03-26T17:28:00.000-08:00

Fear, anxiety and hopelessness these are the things that I have to battle. Again I'm trapped in a crossroad of emotions and decisions.

Vacuum

2005-02-20T17:28:00.000-08:00

Lost, I am lost within this space and time. Thoughts kept on running from all directions. The plans I laid went to the trash bin, everything went wrong and I was unable to carry on. Too much space consumes my mind, too much freedom devours my soul. Exhausted, famished and dying within the vacuum that I created on my own.

The Show Mungkee

2005-01-29T17:26:00.000-08:00

My first event for the year "LEAP" an event they do at La Salle every year. It's some sort of alternative enhancement program for the beautiful students of the said school. Everything went fine, except for the grins they had when they found out what my capoeira nickname meant. Batatinha, hahaha its an honor being called the junior of our professor. Then they saw who Batata was, and everybody said what the hell. Hahahaha that guy caught the crowds attention after he did all his tricks in mid air.
I'm back and it does'nt feel the same. I'm not getting the same high that I got before, when I was doing capoeira then. Everybody seems so new and I'm the new old guy, man that's hard to gulp down.
The love for the art has gone so mental, that I do mental training mostly rather than physically practicing it.
It does'nt feel the same and I guess it would never be the same, never again. Time to move on, and practice the art in my mind. I think I need to rest my endeavors for the meanwhile.

On My Own

2005-01-25T10:57:00.000-08:00

Aight the long wait is over, I'm moving out of our house. My mom seems to think about it too much, my dad's cool with it and I'm not that excited. I'm used to sleeping in other houses but not living in another house. This will take a lot of getting used too. How the hell will I go through this?
Hmmm I'm starting to feel icky and everything, talks about going to greener pastures and everything has been moving around. Damn, I have to keep reminding myself that I still don't have my diploma with me. How I wish that I can just pay someone to do that for me, walking and processing all those papers. Talking to those nutcrackers in the registrars office can get awefully irritating, I'd hate to lose my cool.
Studying again, it keeps on hitting the back of my mind although I don't know what to take. Lets just see what tomorrow brings.

The Dance of War, Inside the Circle of Life

2005-01-14T14:50:00.000-08:00

It has been a year and a half now, I already forgot how it feels to move freely within the circle.
Just a brief flashback, someone sent me a message telling me to go back and train again for some good purpose.well, I missed the art that we tried nurturing for several years, it's worth training again and the purpose is good enough to send me back to the ground. Here I go again.

The first session for the year was quiet okay and painful too. I missed that ache that ran from my neck down when I was training before. Those were the days when I was able to train from an hour or so rigorously. Applying Bengay as your perfume is not that bad after all hahahahahaha...
There were a few cuties at the hottest gym in town, hmm I wonder why. Enough with that crap, I went there to train and I was not hunting swans to start it with. After a gruelling first hour I felt the need to tie myself up. I kept going and going until i felt my leg hardened, damn cramps. Oh shit I fucking hurts arghh...and this means I have to stop and rest. All in a days work and I'm ready to head for my real work, my crappy leg still hurts.

I stood breathe and moved my arms. The flow led my feet to go from side to side. As the music plays my body follows, the rhythm sends a kick and each beat dictates my movement. Hold each thought and movements taught. I must now enter the circle, ai meu Deus give me the your blessing. I reach out my hand and smiled at my friend as we entered the circle we exchanged looks. Who releases the first blow? Who accepts the first hit? Only one thing is for sure inside the roda I'am free...

New Year, Old Me...

2005-01-02T18:49:00.000-08:00

Everybody seems optimistic about this year, well all that I'm seeing are problems welcoming the year. Getting some review on economics does make you more pessimistic than you usually would be. Don't read the newspapers, avoid watching the TV and drop those lifestyle magazines. Looking at these things would make you think that it's all ok, but wait try looking at your pocket.
Well here we go again, another list of self proclaimed promises. Have you made your list of resolutions? The way I see it, New Year's Resolutions are for thick-skulled righteous persons. Change should happen everyday, assessing ourselves should always be a passive condition of the mind. I'm a think-skulled ninny, but I always made it a point to self-introspect after doing something.Wow! Am I making myself look like a goody two-shoe prick? Enough with self-introspection and let's go to the main course, what to expect this year. The main rule is don't expect for anything to happen at your will. Everything is materialized with energy and matter, move and produce that's what we should do to prosper, and now I'm starting to act like the Dalai Lama. Ok enough of my crap.

Drowned

2004-12-28T18:46:00.000-08:00

Days and hours of thinking, yet it leaves me facing a blank wall. So many things rushing into my mind, so many thoughts battering my puny head. I lay my head heavy in a pillow of thorns, I clamour the silence that sits within my dreams. Dementia calling my weak soul, the keeper anxious to keep my silence bound. My body lies in marsh waters, darkened by the night and polluted with countless thoughts. For weeks I stayed silent and my spirit drowned into oblivion.

My Monotonous Cycle

2004-12-10T16:38:00.000-08:00

A year ender and a vicious cycle, I always end up being a bait for crooks every December. It's the like here today gone tomorrow, the cellphone had its use but kept a lot of sad memories. There goes my sacrificial item, something to fend away any bad luck that could've happened to me this year. A good but solitary year passed without too much turmoil, tears had to flow but every drop had to be shed.
I need to leave those memories behind now and get me a new set this year. May it be good or bad I did learned a thing or two then, something worth keeping and remembering. I guess I'll be expecting another solitary year again.
Patching-up things would be the first thing I have to do, that would atleast release me from the monotony of it all.

Chaos And Pity

2004-12-05T19:48:00.000-08:00

Days passed by and no message of any sorts. A simple argument that has turned into a misunderstanding. Words are words, enough said.
Confining myself seemed a good idea, but how come it became a lot more complicated. Curse whatever it is that clouds my mind, curse the promise that I had to give. All I want is to cause no trouble, is it too much to ask for? A part of me seeks my missing piece, coming back will complete me but will cause my spirit to crumble.
Regret never came when I stepped forth and showed my intent, it never came when I stepped back to accept defeat, the word came in when I left and said goodbye. I pity myself for the cowardly act, the voices told me that it was the right thing to do and I followed. Now I'm back to reality and everything is gone, it's time to go on with life like the lines of a lonely song.

On The Street Called Solitude, Under The Tree Of Hope

2004-12-04T15:14:00.000-08:00

Life is never complete without love. Platonic love, something that makes your day, makes their day and ruins mine. Ruin does sound too harsh hmmm... let me think. Okay this sounds better, it is something that makes your day, makes their day and reminds me that life is not a fairy tale and princesses can turn into hags. I know you won't agree, but you have to be in my shoe to know what it's like. Acceptance, a word that I learned from Patty. He made a lot of sense when he explained it to me. Accept the fact that there is only YES and NO. NO means you were'nt chosen and he/she prefers another person, that's it. Reasons will only clutter your mind with self-pity, yeah I know I'm guilty. Going this far is a milestone for me, I usually quit on them because of some weird cause. I know it's not my time yet, immaturity must be one of the reasons and here comes the long list of imperfections.
I got lost along the way that's why I got here on the street called solitude, under the tree of hope. Standing here waiting for someone to pass by so that I can ask for directions. As of now I still am hoping to meet someone who'll gladly walk with me till the end of my journey.

In A Game Called Life And A Place Called Midgard

2004-12-03T17:02:00.000-08:00

One normal day in a place called Midgard at the City of Prontera, I was wandering along the streets when somebody called me. She was asking for some assistance, so I went back to give some. She's a merchant, a cute one too although she does'nt seem to know how to use her cart. She reminded me of my days when I was a merchant, so I gave her more than what she asked for. A couple of equips, a boost and a few advices in her path to being a Blacksmith. It turned out that she's not a novice at all, then we started to chat. Her name is 'Annie' and she caught me my attention in the right time, I was having some problems in real life. She tried to make me smile, she even offered a ride on her car although that's too farfetched, then she started telling things about herself. We went on for several hours of chatting. As it turned out, she's twice my age already and still has a kid inside her. Well it's good to know that the body grew but child inside her is still active.
'Annie' does talk like a kid, having these weird things on her mind, then suddenly going mum. We usually meet at the City of Morroc, that's where she usually hangs out. We've talked about life and the things that happen around us, but what caught me was something else. There is this something that shows whenever she talks about her family. I don't know what it is, but I feel that there is something that she needs to breathe out. A part of her is searching for help, I can only do so little for her.
Time taught me things and one of them is realizing that I am no messiah. All of us will go through these route and we have to be ready. Life is not only a journey, it's a game where we need to find something. It's a piece of us that we need to find during the journey, our task is to keep it till the journey ends. We may seem to loose the piece, but all we need to remember is to look at our pockets and smile. That piece never leaves us, we just have to open our eyes and see that it's there with us.

Moving On With Life

2004-11-30T11:36:00.000-08:00

When words are bent and twisted, thoughts are distorted. What shadows our flailed minds are words hidden behind the meaning, not the meaning behind the words. Humans, we are humans, lest we call ourselves mammal for thinking so. We live as baits for others to follow, thus we live for a purpose. Senseless! yes we're baits, most of us are.

What does the word purpose mean? What does it stand for? What does life mean? Why not live without love? bothersome thoughts from a bothersome person. I never got out from the pitholes of dementia and this I don't deny. Call me a novice and I won't refuse it, but what is the meaning behind the word purpose? I'm but a poor initiate
since the day I stood up. Hope is a word I recognize, yet I know not what it means... I lie, I cheat and I misrepresent myself. How will I change it? All my life I lived in a mascherata. Nobody knows who the real me is, not even me... Time to look for myself and ask around. Maybe, just maybe I'll find my purpose and hopefully I meet somebody who knows what the meaning of life is...

Somewhere In The Past

2004-11-29T08:56:00.000-08:00

Thoughts and lamentations these are the things that linger in my puny mind. The past has endowed me a fruitful view on what my journey would be. Anguished from the scars of my journey, I am a soul lost between the pages of nowhere. Do I sound upset? I guess I do, nonetheless this is how I feel. That'll pass away I don't know when but it'll come there.

My First

2004-11-29T08:54:00.000-08:00

Ordinary? yes, I'm an ordinary man with ordinary concerns. What's in my mind? Pieces of thoughts that usually is no problem for other individuals. What are these thoughts? Let's start with the simplest math, and everything follows. If math is complex so am I, I don't know why I bother but it's my nature. I'll let it out. I'll show it to you. All you need is to read and try to understand, I'm but a man waiting to end a journey. You can come, criticize and argue with me, but one thing is for sure I'll keep on going till the road leads to a dead end.

Acceptance and Forgetting

2004-11-22T04:34:00.000-08:00

For several days, it has been like this. Another pointless chase to infinity.The question always comes into mind, why?. I'm pass the word acceptance but why can't I forget? Would seclusion do a thing?