I realise i have yet to see so much and feel so much. As much as i want to, i am stuck in this small cubicle of mine.. How much more can i take when i can't even handle the thoughts i am having, the perceptions i have cultivated? No man think alike. Who would one truly understand another when you are still you?
Friday, November 26, 2004
~tRanSporTed
We are being transported to a cemetery. A new cemetery. The tombstones are neat, grass are healthy and the air is still stale. Its a private cemetery, baby. It can only be accessed to the tenants. We are staying there for good. There wont be any more shouting, afraid of waking the dead. We are dead anyway. The only thing is that it is so freaking quiet that i am afraid i will start to hear voices in my head and losing my precious mind. How professional to be dead nowadays. No more scaring of people but going off in peace..How sad... (My new office) No music, No life.
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