Middle Part I

Of tripping myself down the stairs while trying to walk in a different manner for the first time, both legs at a time. Of falling butt first onto the concrete floor, my eyes blurry from the speed of the impact. Of realising the erasure at that single moment, and helpless in its destructive wake. Of silently wishing there was something between, between, between, between. Of watching another mistake blossom into an amazing cacophony of colours that blind any semblance of judgement that might have remained. Of late nights of silent analysis, each word and action carefully dissected and separated into the different compartments of memory. Of a broken chair that tumbles with each slight weight exerted on the fragile base. Of wishing that questions would remained unanswered, forever in their purest form. Of editing every single word in my head and wishing that the silence in my head will just disappear.

i wake up everyday to the sounds of the cars on the streets, each drive by another rhythm, each tracks left another trail that i can discover. i wake up everyday to the afternoon sun, the heat of the searing humidity soaking my bed dry. i wake up everyday with time standing still, another groundhog day that repeats itself, that the calender always show only the same day, but a different date. i wake up everyday and the first thoughts will lead me to spiral into a perpetual state of self depression.

it was stated before that the truth never wants to be set free, as ignorance loves to play games with it. Like an ongoing chess game, the pieces of life are placed so strategically, that one wrong move, and checkmate will torment the driving minutes of the rest of your life.

it was stated before that every single meaning mentioned before are mere red herrings, written on paper that chases the water willingly to live an existence of futility. Like the stones of the shoreline, each eroding slowly by the crashing waves, yet they cannot, and will not be moved.

it was stated before that the only thing that is in remembrance of this shot is nothing worth remembering.

it was stated before that only shock and awe will win you everything and nothing at the same time.

Justin ranted at 3:24:00 am on the
20 May 2008
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