pring kliang!

Don't you think, sometimes, when all you've ever lived with a pretty picture, you realize that in some point of time, that picture is going to be broken? Shattered?

I never really thought about it until now. Probably I have been trying to run away and close my eyes and ears to reality. The fact is, the longer you run away, the harder it hits you when you do finally have the courage to look it in the eye.

Alot of turbulence lately; noone seems to be able to hold a pitch of around 55dB. There is no neutral ground anymore - every step you take, you do it with caution. Any disagreement, and you suffer, thinking of how unfair and one-sided it is. But as a rule, you cannot do what you only wish you could. Conscience and the manner in which we are brought up in it does not allow us to do so. With time, it is forgotten, but the wounds remain.

Silence is powerful; in different places, it bears a different meaning. Although others may not always understand the meaning of your silence, you do. An illusion which is yours, even for that brief moment.

randomness strikes!
Rules were there to be broken, and yet it does not happen all that often. It keeps us in order as a whole, but ignites chaos as individuals. I hate to conform to some typical form, so why is this inevitable? Maybe that is what they mean by individualism.