but i don't feel that i belong in this place, this time, this space. who am i, why am i looking through this eyes, why through this eyes, i felt irritated easily by anything or anyone.
Why am i not concern about money, why i seem to think almost anything yet said nothing at all.
Why am i always different than others, i didnt mean to be different, i really didnt mean to be, why am i not swayed by the flow.why their words seem like a farting wind to me.
Why am i not following them as all would do, why am i not amazed by what they do, why do i act, issit what siow yean meant by being spirit crushed that i felt nothing at all, that i didnt want to have expression or a sight of gratefulness to share.
Is this what emptiness felt like. am i born without a heart or was i molded misplaced a heart, seeing through it, everyone seem to have different views on about everything, i felt nothing, no point of view because i seem to kept many from them yet none for my own.
i am a vassal, arent i.God..i love you god
From the moment the thunderstorm, i knew thats how to bring life to this place, that the means of spirit is electricity, its wonderful.
Why am i not chasing girls, buying phones, new cars, and yet, i felt nothing.
am i looking through this eye sitting in silence, screaming in silence i wanna wanna, i wanna..
cry
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