Just as I was about to type something, I heard a baby's voice, crying. I stopped writing and I had to think whether we have a baby or not in this house. We have baby cats/kittens and that's it. Okay, it is my neighbour's kid. So, now I can continue typing, un-scarily. Is there such word?
I am alone, downstairs, consuming little air from such big space. It is dark outside, pitch black. I should sleep because I need to run errands for myself tomorrow but my body refused to move, even an inch. So, here I am typing and describing every motion that I could capture. These keyboards hold little alphabets that can be combined into meaningful words but on what purpose shall I combine it to be? I feel like writing about so much, but only so much can be written about. I browse through the internet a lot. Finding good materials to read and finding good pictures to see. I like browsing through tumblr. Those pictures that they have in there, are worth a gazillion words. One picture brings one meaning, but with lots of emotions in it. There was a phase of my life, where I would look and stare into those pictures and trying to connect my life with the picture. I will find every possible story I could find within my own memory to make it seem like those pictures have my own story behind it. Truth be told, of course, those are not my picture. I still browse through tumblr, other people's tumblr. BUT now, I am lost. I don't understand those pictures anymore. I try, and I try my best to connect it to my own story but I failed. I can hardly understand those pictures. I guess it's a good thing? I assume it's a good thing.
You don't get what I am trying to say? I get what I am trying to say. That's the most important thing right? I, myself understand me. 85%, not 100%.
I'll continue this when I am in the mood. Goodnight ;)
I am alone, downstairs, consuming little air from such big space. It is dark outside, pitch black. I should sleep because I need to run errands for myself tomorrow but my body refused to move, even an inch. So, here I am typing and describing every motion that I could capture. These keyboards hold little alphabets that can be combined into meaningful words but on what purpose shall I combine it to be? I feel like writing about so much, but only so much can be written about. I browse through the internet a lot. Finding good materials to read and finding good pictures to see. I like browsing through tumblr. Those pictures that they have in there, are worth a gazillion words. One picture brings one meaning, but with lots of emotions in it. There was a phase of my life, where I would look and stare into those pictures and trying to connect my life with the picture. I will find every possible story I could find within my own memory to make it seem like those pictures have my own story behind it. Truth be told, of course, those are not my picture. I still browse through tumblr, other people's tumblr. BUT now, I am lost. I don't understand those pictures anymore. I try, and I try my best to connect it to my own story but I failed. I can hardly understand those pictures. I guess it's a good thing? I assume it's a good thing.
You don't get what I am trying to say? I get what I am trying to say. That's the most important thing right? I, myself understand me. 85%, not 100%.
I'll continue this when I am in the mood. Goodnight ;)
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