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Saturday, November 5, 2011

I'd give my heart to subtle contentment.


How long can I lie aslant consumed by the chasm of emptiness?

Dear, not-so-content-lover-of-mine, will you accept me for my skewed up cynicism, and my need to be victimised? 

I need a distraction, as the very thoughts are consuming my head day in and day out.
Perhaps, the concept of forever is a myth, and I sit here, laughing out loud at my spirited naivety. Like the old aunty would say, "How innocent!".

"How true!"

And I can sift back and forth of real and unreal, of thoughts in my head and the real world sarcasm.
What a joke have you made of yourself?
Perfection is a disembodied feeling, you fool.
Laugh out loud, as perhaps, that's the only way your heartaches will be neglected.
The need for venting out has been quenched.
Suspiro ergo sum. 

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