Monday, February 09, 2004
Resolution
The Dough, The Earth. The Chocalate Box and The Weight of the World: The Hardest Things to Do
Just some reflections and my completely inane metaphors lately:
cuRRent~ I'm like cookie dough, Jeremy cookie dough. I'm not ready to be eaten yet yea? Eaten by life's pain, eaten by its stress. So, don't eat me yet, please...I have got missing chunks off my shoulder, my legs and thank God life didn't try to bite the sensitive parts. I know, heys, I will get eaten eventually but would you people just stop chewing on me until I come out from the oven? Then again, I guess I will hide in the oven till I get scorched rather than to come out to get bitten all over again. I will wonder how I would taste like to life and to the people of life. Will I be nice? Or will I just be, bitter? I want to taste nice.
cuRRent~ The earth never opens up and swallow you when you want it to. The whims of life kinda sucked lately. You are like pounding on the stupid floor to tell it, "stop sucking me down, you moronic floor" then heys, when you want it to just gobble you up, it dosen't. Get the idea?
cuRRent~ Life is like a box of chocalates. (Forrest Gump) "Heys! Does it carry an expiry date?"- cuRRent...jer
Sometimes you wake up in the morning, you realise you are carrying a box of chocalates. It says on its packaging,"Guess what? You are carrying the weight of the world like everybody does." Thing I figured, weight of the world dosen't mean trying to avert apocalypses, slay vampires or vanquish demons. NOt a holy obligation technically. The weight of the world is to do the hardest thing in this world. The hardest thing to do in this world is to live in it.
cuRRent...jer
¶ 9:01 pm
The Dough, The Earth. The Chocalate Box and The Weight of the World: The Hardest Things to Do
Just some reflections and my completely inane metaphors lately:
cuRRent~ I'm like cookie dough, Jeremy cookie dough. I'm not ready to be eaten yet yea? Eaten by life's pain, eaten by its stress. So, don't eat me yet, please...I have got missing chunks off my shoulder, my legs and thank God life didn't try to bite the sensitive parts. I know, heys, I will get eaten eventually but would you people just stop chewing on me until I come out from the oven? Then again, I guess I will hide in the oven till I get scorched rather than to come out to get bitten all over again. I will wonder how I would taste like to life and to the people of life. Will I be nice? Or will I just be, bitter? I want to taste nice.
cuRRent~ The earth never opens up and swallow you when you want it to. The whims of life kinda sucked lately. You are like pounding on the stupid floor to tell it, "stop sucking me down, you moronic floor" then heys, when you want it to just gobble you up, it dosen't. Get the idea?
cuRRent~ Life is like a box of chocalates. (Forrest Gump) "Heys! Does it carry an expiry date?"- cuRRent...jer
Sometimes you wake up in the morning, you realise you are carrying a box of chocalates. It says on its packaging,"Guess what? You are carrying the weight of the world like everybody does." Thing I figured, weight of the world dosen't mean trying to avert apocalypses, slay vampires or vanquish demons. NOt a holy obligation technically. The weight of the world is to do the hardest thing in this world. The hardest thing to do in this world is to live in it.
cuRRent...jer
¶ 9:01 pm
