Monday, April 28, 2008

Drifting Away...


Drifting....

That's what it all seems like...
I am drifting through space and anyone or anything that bumps in my path is ......
They exist and they don't at the same time.
I stare blankly off into space...as if there is something of intense aura that's capturing my attention
......and yet..... I know not if it really does.
My mind is drifting away.............while my bodily presence exist to show the surroundings' of my existence.
It's as if a drone of me is left behind to do the daily redundant chores.
Redundancy....
Is that the problem?
..........can't be.... it hasn't become redundant yet.
Dream-like state...
It feels as if I am disconnected from myself. Am I even blinking? Knock Knock!!!
My eyes feel heavy...as if I have not had sleep for ages.
Do I even sleep?...or is it that my body is in slumber while my mind is elsewhere.
Blink*
Spaced out again...
What is it that's going through my mind?
Blank page enters my line of sight...I have no clue what is going on....
It's as if my mind is screaming out with messages that I can't comprehend.
Comprehension....
Do I even try?
...............................I wonder.......................
HELLOOOOO!!! (someone waves their hand in front of my face....)
Instant formation of irritation.....but it vanishes like antibacterial hand sanitzer
Did I fall asleep while typing?......with my eyes open?.....
Eyelids feel heavy as it blinks sloth-like...
sleep...
sleep is what i need...an uninterrupted sleep!!
inturrupted sleep seems to be taking over... tossing and turning
What is it that I am dreaming of? aggravated.....bubbling with emotions I wake up
....as memories begins to fade away leaving behind not relief but this queasy feeling...
a notion that .....................................................
...Drifting...

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Random Thoughts...


Do you think your life is a big circle? Do you believe in reincarnation? Not being born as some other thing in the next life...but what if you are going in a circle. Every time you are born, your memory restarts and you forget everything.

But the thing is...there are always remnant left behind just like when you erase your files in the computer. Maybe 'dejavu' is one of those things you are remembering from your past circle of life. You are born and you live your life until you die...but then you don't realize that you keep doing the same thing over and over like it's your first time.

In that span of life you get this 'de ja vu' sensation that you've done this before but you don't know if it was real or figment of your imagination. Then you don't ponder about it because it's a momentary thing and you let it go as if it was a fluke. What if it isn't? What if you are indeed going through the same thing over and over like it's a program and there's a glitch in the system?

Do you believe in psychics? What if they can remember of the past life more than you? Like the prediction of the big events! They might have remembered those from before... of course this wouldn't explain if they get things right about each and every person that goes to them for readings :D (And you know they don't predict everything right...but then maybe they were 'wannabe' psychics. The real ones maybe don't care about making money by scamming people and maybe they also want to keep a low profile. Maybe that's why they only predict the big things and not get into knitty gritty things of predicting everyone's events. But then there might be some who help people out because they were friends in their previous circle of life.

Because they remember things, the psychics can choose a different path of life maybe. If they choose to, they can do different things to prevent disaster from their previous life. But then wouldn't they get bored? and irritated? LOL... does thinking about this thing in this manner make me a bit loco en la cabeza? :P

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Loner’s Anticipation


A solitary beginning…
with meandering bouts.
One's anticipation within…
growing without doubts.

Loners heavenly fit…
much sought-after peace.
Seemingly a misfit…
placed without any ease.

Yearning of endless paths…
ironically blocked at last.
Much fought-after anonymity…
no longer held steadfast.

Once disregarded strangers…
empathetically bound.
Despair pushed back firmly…
with answers all sound.