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Saturday, June 12, 2010 / 2:18 AM
let sleeping dogs lie Too many things left unsaid, secrets left behind in the aged chest. But sometimes it's better to leave things to be, instead of digging them out and then expect some sort of closure. Like a cold case that wants to be solved but no capable people to do it. I sometimes wonder what am i exactly looking out for. What is my life perspective and what do i want to achieve. Someone asked me what are my personal and career goals for the next three years, and i stared blankly for quite some time. I don't know, to be honest. Being an adult now hasn't pushed me enough. I guess i am comfortable as usual. Hard to come to decisions and just want to let sleeping dogs lie. Headache. Keeping things that are recycled, where the person who gave it to me probably doesn't even remember that she had given me. Nicely taped to my wall. It's pretty, so i will keep it. And don't make promises that you cannot keep. It's really sickening as i reflect upon the words and handwriting of yours, wondering what exactly goes on behind this beautiful facade. Lies? More lies? Or simply confusion and flux? I don't want to hazard any guesses. Let sleeping dogs lie. Body hasn't exactly been that cooperative. Perhaps excessive thought is detrimental to the health. And yet i cannot stop myself. Tired of so many things, i want change. But change is so hard to materialize, so hard to reinforce and execute. Watching idol dramas make me feel a sense of longing. Wonder if someone will be there to care for me when i am sick, when i am sad, when i am lonely or when i just need someone to talk to me. Mr camera's theories are what i want to hear most. I listen to the dead of the night and all i can hear are mechanical sounds. Bah, let sleeping dogs lie. Look beyond the immediate, and i might actually chance upon something precious. |
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