~+I really like this song. It brings back so many memories.+~

Song: Somewhere Only We Know

Artist: Keane

 

I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?
Somewhere only we know?

Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
So why don't we go

This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?
SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW?
SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW?

* And oh yeah. Imagine someone singing that song for you. (And the mush goes on and on and on... blah, blah, blah...) *

 

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I said before that we are not free to be free. But in this case, I'm giving you the pleasure and the privilege to hate me. I do not care a jot whether or not people believe in me... let alone care if people believe what I say. How saddening. Oh well. That's life and we have to take it as it comes. We have nothing left to do, anyway, have we? It just crossed my mind... Really.

Some people could really be so naive. They would "pull" you down as much as they can. They would make you feel inferior, they would belittle you, they would even make you feel that your very existence means nothing to the world.

But I couldn't care less. I'm used to it. I've made it a point to never succumb to the mundane activities of humanity. I refuse to be drawn to such earthly trivialities.

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You don't need science to explain what's happening to me. It's inevitable. As much as I wanted to control it instead of it controlling me, I cannot. It keeps coming back. I don't know how to deal with it anymore. My tendencies to have "split personality" is affecting not only myself, but the people around me. I get broken relationships with people because of it. And I cannot seem to put my life into proper perspective because of it. Darn this.

Shit happens. I know. But this is no shit. This is something more, something far greater than shit. And if you could name that, oh please do. I'd pay you to shit. I swear I would.

Darn.

I am uber bushed.

I am confused.

I am ashamed.

I am scared shitless.

Hey, you know what... I don't know what I just wrote up there. I think it's shit taking over me. This isn't me, but then again it's me. This is the part of me that you don't know, and the part of me that you know so well. No.

I dunno. Maybe this is shit. But then again, no. How could it be?

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I am an alien.

And it’s frustrating to know that you are frustrated because of doing what you do.

It seems that every word you say is a grudge against your mouth.

Sheesh. Come to think of it, there’s no freedom of speech in this world.

You mumble something to yourself, and people will accuse you of dementia or to make matters worse, autism.

Sigh. You cannot express yourself deliberately here on our world. There’s got to be what they call, “precautions”. Duh. So much for "setting up rules against rules".

Sheesh. I know I am just an ordinary human being who needs a little space for privacy.

Argh. I don’t know what I’m saying anymore. I don’t even know if this is poetry or an essay of some sort.

I told you, I’m deranged. And you should never listen to a deranged alien. That’s rule number 1.

Yes. I have mentioned before that I am an alien. I don’t know if I’m just pretending to be an alien or am I really an alien...?

Define alien.

An alien is a deranged psycho who does not know what he’s talking about.

Perfect. That makes me an alien.

God. I'm so full of shite today. Sorry. I can't write decent entries... I've been jaded these days... Just lost a couple of things... people and things altogether.  I hate it when shit happens when you least expect it. Argh.

 

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