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So Apropos
Saw death on a sunny snowFor every life, forego the parable. Seek the light, my knees are cold. (Running home, running home) Go find another lover; To bring and- to string along. With all your lies, you're still very lovable. I toured the light, so many foreign roads For Emma, forever ago. |
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Hello world. It's 1.36am and I'm trying to sleep but I can't. It's an interesting phenomenon that a morning person like myself can't seem to get to sleep nowadays. It's probably because I have so much on my mind again. Not really bad things, just ordinary things like what the world would look like if we were all born pink, or if everyone understood the charming philosophy behind classic children's tales, or if love ever after would exist if it weren't for a bit of elbow grease and swallowing of words. Tonight I think about the value of truth, which if you think about it is a very GP question considering you don't get all upset about it. It is in itself a truth hidden behind idealistic lie, a world in plain sight just cannot exist - right? Utopia is harder to imagine for someone who is afraid of knowing, knowing that deep down inside is a sliver of doubt that heaven doesn't exist, and that you can't realistically tell evil from good, there are just to many grey areas. Not that I'm discrediting God, He's still the main reason I'm still sane. Questions like these shouldn't be asked too often, you know? The building shakes, I can feel the bed move and hear the windows shiver. Construction next door is getting on my nerves. I haven't felt solid since my first earthquake. I know this may give the impression that I'm upset or distressed, but I'm not. I'm just pensive, and situations in the world today demand a different kind of thought. Many died today in Thailand, my sister in law is glued to the news, one step ahead of every Singaporean to know how complicated things can get, and that media can be so blatantly biased, yet we allow them to write history. I hope that no innocent die tonight, that children sleep as I sleep without roofs burning over them, that the worst kind of noise they get is from a construction site for a new MRT, not of violence or of pain, but of luxury and triviality. To be able to put luxury and trivial in a sentence together, well that's a luxury too. Goodnight world. |