a dozelle

a dozelle

glimpse.

a friend just talked to me about a very important decision he has to make in his life. he explained this importance because he sees it not just a-priority thing. thus a major loop hole to his family, and himself.

well.. it doesn't matter what we have talked about. but then in those slow minutes and seconds, he made me realize one thing. i love my family and i don't want to hurt them.

read it. think about it.

my friend, he just took the blair out of his head. he is now somewhere in the air. regressing. and unthinking what he did.

JUST look INside

JUST look INside

a deathspace

imagine. a black withered box, full of shredded laughter -- which means pain. a mild reservation like a parking lot to somewhere up in the sky. through milleezed cycle of flashbacks. silently, into the immediate crashing and folding and smashing of bones. so it might fit and never grow.

over my head-blogspot of my tita lori

over my head

whoozy

Sometimes... ok... lotsa times, I often get shivered with choices and decisions... I feel them totally twiddled like stress clods. Hush bush, certain things made it more difficult to untwine, like certain difficulties like an icing into a chocolate cake, devilish and vain.

I could not learn to consider myself as reasonable monster of fate. Should I be this or be that? OR be everything... Oh God! Please let me be everything I could. Certainty is to blame for the ranting hilter-sight of fire in me.