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So it seems. I am very popular.

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Hahaha, I swear.

"Dude, what's up with her statuses man... do you think she is depressed babe?" (by the way: I love the way we use these words: dude, babe, man - I hate the word 'babe' the most)

"No dude, she's just an emotional person babe"  (HAHAHAHA)

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Hahaha - who isn't I ask? Depressed that is. Everyone is a little depressed . Even the happiest person on the planet. Even Santa Clause. Especially Santa Clause. Imagine if you had his job dude/man/babe!

In fact, (according to me of course) a person who illustrates their emotions on/in a public space (off the top of a rooftop or, ahem, in a blog), may perhaps be the most emotionally stable person in the barn of emotional dodos (when I say dodo, I mean that in an affectionate way - so please don't get emotional).

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Does that mean that she's asking for attention? No. Not necessarily. Maybe. But not definitely. If nothing in life was date stamped, it would be very hard to figure out what her statuses mean - what brought that on??? - Oh ya, she went out tonight - must just be drunk. How convenient!

BUT she could just be creatively expressing - crexpressing if we may. Drunk or sober, how does it matter (but if it does, to all my readers, I am 100% sober right now, except for the one swing of cough syrup I just took - for my cough).

If we painted our emotions on a canvas - people would call it art, no matter how dark it may look - black is not black in the world of art - it could mean anything - even love, dark love? No, even just love love. But some don't understand poetic words, or even just words words, so this post is different  - but, apologies if some wordplay occurs, and you get confused.

P.S This is not an attack on anyone - just random observations, reflections, inspirations, bla bla's accumulated to create a late night, RANDOM post. That may not even make any sense, to any one. Or all the sense in the whole god damn world, to just someone. You judge. Or does that go without saying?

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But then again, is all of this socially acceptable. Most may say no. Why is she sharing with the world her inner most feelings (damn, who did she break up with now - ha, such a cliche to think it's always about a guy). It could be about a guy. But guess what - it could also NOT be about a guy.

But has anyone ever thought for a moment (hahaha, yeah, no) that she may just be writing for the heck of it. For the beauty of it. For the few "likes" on Facebook. Because she's bored. For a million and ten reasons you haven't even thought of thinking about. No, but those who judge recklessly, gossip endlessly and assume tirelessly rarely ever stop to think for a moment, or for that matter, think at all.

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I say, who cares? If we operated basis supreme air-tight social acceptability, we would all just be puppets in the parade of puppets and puppeteers. But we pride ourselves on being our own persons, with our own unique personalities - ahem, with our right to freedom of speech?? If someone likes us, great. If they don't, even greater.

So where does one draw the line. If I say I want to live a new life - will people think I'm going to give this one away (suicide)? If I say I will never love again - will people think I will never (love actually) again?

Hahaha, it cracks me up. How words are taken so literally when they're not meant to be, and not taken even close to literally when they are. - It's ironic. And funny.

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Yup. I said it. And I posted it. Now dissect it people! Enjoy :)  

A lyrical state of mind...

A few short excerpts from my lyrical state of mind. P.S Nothing I write here is in context to anyone or anything - even myself. They are just words jumbled together - to make sense and no sense. Like it or not, here it goes...


1. Take me away, I need some change. Another place, another space. Where people don't know me, and the stories are new. Where I am more exciting, and dreams come true. I want to be gone here, and travel into something new. Where things are a mystery, and the future is unglued. 

2. Tired of feeling this way. Tired of being. Tired of doing. Tired of sinking into a sea full of nothing. Tired of the night. Tired of the day. Tired of the same song that plays on and on in my head. Tired of thinking. Tired of dreaming. Tired of believing everything will be okay...

3. Making distance short, when it's too long. Making moments last, when they're already gone. Making love strong, when there's no heart around. Making life bright, when the dark night is alive. Making shadows wander, and bodies stay. Making dreams come true, in another place. When time escapes you and people leave - what you want to believe is always the opposite of what really is

4. Tirelessly waiting, for that one response. Will it come today, or then, never again. Is it still here, or has it gone to another realm. Will I hear it, or will the silence prevail. I wait, and I wait. But the words I cannot hear. It's dark and lonely, waiting for nothing in return.

5. One day. One hundred hopes. One second. All lost in smoke. One moment. And it's withered away. One mistake. You can never take back again. One story. That will never be told. One love. That may never grow old. One life. That's all you have to hold - the good, the bad, the great, and the sad.