In the end, it doesn't even matter

So small, so tiny, everyone is struggling to live a life in their own way.
Burn, burn, burn, exhaust yourself.
What is there in the end?

Two hands, outstretched. Groping and grabbing.
What did you catch?

Walk, walk. Along the path.
Where is the beginning?
How did it end?

Twirl and dance. The song of destruction.
Join the beat. Fall into a trance.
Mentally shut. Physically numb.

Heart is in hibernation. To preserve.
To protect. To stop the pain.

I still love you...

Mood: Black absorbs all colour

I'm a Green-eyed monster and a Green Horn

Yesterday, I learnt a new kind of emotion which is "Jealousy". Since young, I was aware of its existence but I couldn't understand how it felt or identify it only till then. From here, I realise my emotions is only at an infancy stage. I feel, perhaps the only emotions I can understand now is only Anger, Happiness, saddness, repression and longing.

It's so easy to satisfy an infant's need, but was it too easy to such an extent that no one can comprehand? Because things are so simple, no one could understand and gradually we all adapted to become complicated animals. The pure, innocence and simplicity is lost. We are all corrupted. It's so hard to stay pure. We hid overselves with words and masks. It takes so much effort to even understand myself.

Nothing is never changing, all things shall perish. Going back brings sentimental memories. Tomorrow is not the same as Today, neither is Today and Yesterday. I now only sincerely wish, in my tomorrows and tomorrows, that I can __________________again.

Mood: Green and Blue