I keep myself alive in the faded strands of my blue hair. This isn’t a confession but a dedication.
I don’t like the sun but I like the way it feels on my skin. Every morning when its shine wakes me up, I curse the sun for waking me up for I didn’t want to live another day at all. Every night before going to bed, I would pray that by some sort of magic I would pass away into a never ending dream.
My eyelids sit on my eyeballs much heavier than all the weight of emotional damage my heart carries. Love is not the reason, but rather the let downs of life. The weird assortment of situations that occur are just too strong a taste for my palette. I cannot fathom anything that my eyes see anymore.
Disgusted by my own glory, I sit down on coffee tables trying to write about undecided topics that have already occurred. Nothing comes to my mind anymore. I am drier than the wells of Thar.
There are no camels to take me home, but they are definitely there to help me tar my lungs with some smoke.
And yet here I am. Chewed up to the very bone by the tigers who ripped apart all the flesh I owned. Here I am creating music with my own skeleton because no other sound or music appeals to me anymore. Here I am still alive, trying to pursue whatever little goals I had set for myself once upon a time.
Broken poetic lines do not make sense to me just the way eating food makes no sense to a child.
Sometimes I feel how would it be to just drop down dead all of a sudden.
But then I realize that I’ve been doing that very thing for all this time I’ve been alive.
This, is my rock bottom.
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P/s: Ngoài thì đen thùi lũi như ma, trong ảnh trắng ra tí lại càng như ma! 😂
...Nghe có vẻ buồn, nhưng đẹp chết đi được. Tuổi trẻ của mình, của tất cả mọi sinh vật cô đơn quanh mình, đều đẹp và buồn đến nhức nhối. Không ai phàn nàn hay ghét bỏ nó – nỗi cô đơn - sinh ra con người đã mang. Vì tất cả chúng ta đều biết, một tuổi trẻ nóng bỏng và tan nát thế này, sẽ không bao giờ quay trở lại nữa.
Đường lên Cổng Trời - 12/2014.