There was a not-so popular song by Kuh Ledesma back when I was young, it was revived by Akafellas, entitled "Help Me Forget" .
Funny.. just funny. I don't think the song works for me..it's just a point of reference of what cheesy sounds.
my idea of being strong and made of some sterner stuff, just takes its tolls. I've never felt like this in a long time. It's not that i'm not used to getting the downers in life. It's just that being sensitive, being sensient, and then coupling it with the paranoid feeling that somehow, in this long rope of life, when everyone else pulls, without even an inkling sometimes wot it is he/she is actually achieving in the process, voila.. you sense someone's balking or not towing the line.
You look back at life with a shocked impression.
OMG.. wots wrong you ask.. a gazillion mental bytes rush through your head like wires behind some bad-hair-day'ed clerk's table and her dozen gadgets all in tow.
You draw some answers from within. The third-person-you suddenly comes out.
3rd You: "Silly..this was meant to be..you of all people should know.."
Really You: um..really?
3rd You: "Yes! Look on the bright side, you use these emotions to propel and throttle your work brain to brutal mental-discipline heights!"
Really You: um..that's good?
3rd You: "Remember the feeling, you're used to this. Mental strength takes on a manifold task of ruling your mind and body. Free it, it'll do wonders for the creative artsy side you have, plus your work focus will be up'ped tenfold!"
Really You: um..okay.. but since it's the way i'm used to, why don't I feel like this is something I'm gonna get used to?
3rd You: "Yes, about that artsy creative side, where do we begin? Let's do a murral! Better yet, let's do photography..or..."
pzzzzkt...sklrzzt....
3rd-You screen goes a-blinking. Hmm..bad reception these days I guess...
Posted by Lost Wandering Soul ::
10:32 AM ::
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As my background song (my most favorite song of all time!) goes, "In troubled times come to me for shelter, I'll be running to be with you and...I'm willing to make that deal Is there a chance to carry on? If they could feel the way I feel....They would see the reason Why I'm talking to you...Don't let behind the reasons why we've come this far...You'll feel the pride of what we are..Two Rivers run to see and catch your falling stars.."
I made this blog at the LOWEST point in my life--when Dad passed away. After that, I thought moving on would be to focus on other things, on other endeavors. Then after some incident transpired lately, I suddenly recall I had a blog somewhere and so i dug this up.. tried to keep busy again and still am wallowing in the memories of all things disastrous to bear. Perhaps, this will in fact provide a necessary sanctuary. That's what this is really..a sanctuary of thoughts.. I do aim to make this a hideaway of my feelings and well my lost art of photography. Maybe through them, I'd let the soul wander for as long as it could traverse the vestibules of life..
