Life still boogle me.
Still wondering aimlessly.
Ah bored.
Online blog is around so add in something?
Because it is empty so we must start filling it?
Because it is not full so we pack in more?
Because it is there so it exist?
Or is it exist so it is there?
What is purpose?
Can purpose exist without purpose?
Or purpose is there because it exist?
Can it exist without purpose?
Is man born to suffer?
Or man suffer because he is born?
If man is suffering how can he be happy?
And if he is happy because he suffer is there a purpose to it?
Why is it my God is lesser than your God?
Is it lesser so you can slaughter us in the Name of your God?
Thus we are lesser people because you had a greater God?
It is tragic to have Ideas
when you had no purpose of having it Real
It is tragic to have Ideas
when you had no means of making it Real.
It is tragic to have Ideas
when you had no people to help it become Real.
It is sorrow to have dreams
but no means to accomplish it.
It is foolish to have dreams
when you no wish to make it come truth
It is insane to have dreams
when you know you longer can have it or afford to have it
It is cowardice to have dreams
only to comfort oneself
Why do I always pull myself out
when I am dying to get in?
Why is my heart so heavy
when I think you?
Is love so unbearable
that everytime I come closer
I cannot breathe
I cannot think
althought my heart was beating for you
and my mind was all about you?
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