Somehow, I'm just so tired, sick perhaps. Not in what's physical; my mind is dead. Could it be that recently, all the expectations from life has finally taken its toll on my weakness? It's indescribable. What happened to all good things come to an end? I suppose I've only got two reasonings to that. Maybe it's just the routines, creating this entire vacuum of slack, a black hole of ordinary. The weeks recently have been mundane. Utterly depressing I must say. But then again, here I am, whining to blogger. Interesting life I must say. Life's really living up to the phrase "life's a bitch", and I couldn't agree more. I'm stuck in this shit hole, and every second is consuming my pathetic being away. How fascinating isn't it? I need to find motivation; I need to be inspired.

I want to drown myself in a new song.

Years it sure has been, and it seemingly feels different. Strange perhaps. Reminisce the past and what-was becomes surreal. From sand to a metallic contraption; the laziness sinks in. But I will not deny it, and even recalling it sometimes sets me thinking. 3 oblivious kids, hogging on to Sega, gulping down the classics of Coca Cola; or coke they now call it. It is a thought always worth reminiscing, recollecting the memories of what would have been. At the 8th year of your life, you'd realize the craziest careers you aspired to succeed in. A pity perhaps, or a child's wishful thinking, but I certainly think it is what sets us free. To believe miracles could happen, that we could someday fly. I honestly wonder what us 3 kids could have been, but circumstances has already planned it, migration is was. I never really thought much about it, let alone thought it was that big a deal. And yet it is only now, you truly realize and picture the could-have-beens. I would never want to stop reminiscing, and you could say that that's what's holding me back.

"set me free, to the world that I have yet to fully see."