Monday, December 10, 2007

woebegone.

Disconsolate.
I can't seem to pick up my mood.
So much to give up, so much of stretching of capacity.
So much to accept of this world; things you can't change.

Have you ever come to a stage of your life, where everything seems so down.
Nothing seems right, the loneliness creeps into your heart, like the root to that low self esteem.
Where the thirst for attention, compliments, and the need for a true friend or a true lover to fill up your soul.
Knowing you have no ability, but yet still holding up the high expectations.
Helpless.
Many are pretentious in this world. Where is the truth, the door to our freedom?

When would the peace come?
When would it be the time you need not think or worry?
When would it be when you reach the heavens of your dream land?

Who, in this world, would truely know and understand you?
Or even, catched a glimpse of your true self?

Don't bother me, don't touch me. Don't irritate or joke with me.

{ 11:33 PM