illusion of safety

Here are a few things I found out in the last couple of days:

1. Logic and emotion do not play along well. Logic tends to come first, analyze shit until it skins everything, then you realize it’s all bullshit because your emotion says a completely different thing.

2. Distant future is something to be planned, but near future is what we have to anticipate. Unless we can tackle what happens tomorrow (or at least make it seem like we could), the future is pretty bleak. Fuck anyone who says otherwise, they know about future as much as the hairy pornstar nextdoor. You control your own future.

3. Determination helps in making you a better (or maybe just a different) person, even if it means redoing things that you thought is not supposed to be tried again.

4. Memories last long, but the shittiest one doesn’t have to be on top. It’s replacable.

5. Love is a cheesy fucking thing that makes you feel alive.

What are the best things that came out of our mind, that do not cross path with the ambitions and well-intent of our friends, keeping life in sanity line, and compatible with os x tiger?

What are the beautiful things in life that do not dislike each other?

Friends do not last forever, in fact not a single fucking thing in life lasts forever. But that’s the whole point of the progress; it’s to keep you awake, to remind you not to take things for granted, and to always let you share all the good things and qualities you have with people. With your friends.

Kicks in the eyes and bleed through my arms
fallen in the midst of this war, not a choice I had to make
between the shelters that are shattered
and the story that matters
I keep the kernel of the love at stake

Random bullets that pierce through this chest
and Anesthesia can keep me alive no more
where constelations of my words are seen as mess
these tearful eyes may seem like a bore

But I resent your painful retreat from the frontline
because I thought we’d go against the grain together?
I never knew if Gaia would turn around
or if the holy grail would ever be found
but if you’re hurt, I’ll take care of you in my shelter

And the summer will come
and those lurking eyes will go away, soon
for we’ll lay down our pebbles and arrows
and pray for a beautiful June.