Sometimes art is referred to one's different way to express its emotions and feelings. Tomorrow, my class will be going to a Museum. (not really that big but at least) I haven't really been inside a museum. There never was a chance back from where I used to live and I didn't also have much time (well, my parent's time to give us a ride and then the entrance fee.. ). Ohdear. .__. Why am I talking this way? DXDX
You look into their eyes, gazing, to know the thoughts.
Mouth slightly moves, showing a quick reaction.
It may be an agreement or repugnance.
But sometimes, the face shows the truth.
Easy to read, like a book yet sometimes,
its hard to decipher what one truly believes.
The only way is to look deeper inside them.
But its still hard because there's a huge barrel blocking
Don't want someone to interfere in their own lives
for there is really worth nothing
Can they even help? No.
No one wants to help.
No one really cares.
So, why waste?
Because there's no choice left.
Which is kinda weird.
There are actually many choices
but doesn't want to choice
for confusion and fear filled through the body
Asking what will happen if you were to choose
would it make you feel better
or turning life much worse.
and then talking while hiding the truth
running like there's no other place to go
for truth is there, making you feel worse
You can't just erase it or even go back
because it already happen. No erasures.
Sometimes living in this world full of worries and concerns
I would sometimes question myself, why am I still doing it?
Why do I have to keep living in this kind of world?
I do have better choices, don't I?
Its just actually my decision. The only one who can control me.
But again, why? I know and I'm definitely aware of it.
Its just that something is blocking through me.
And that's what I really don't know and not sure of.
I can stop if I want but it always come back again.
Like a magnet, wanting to collide, buoyancy.
 -Gullible GingerBread- · Thu Jun 11, 2009 @ 02:47am · 0 Comments |
