the world is not all that bad.

please pick up hitchhikers.

be forgotten

sometimes though i look back and realise
what a mess i have become.
along my way, i wonder when i lost my common sense.

inside has tangled up too much i have no control.
so now im just trying to burn that up
hoping that will just sink to the bottom of my heart

but it already has been so long
i doubt i'd ever forgive myself. i know,
i've just been making everything just hard for myself.

i would just regret one decision after another.
right when i can make a right choice, back to normality,
i can not, because it's been too long.

it's hard to be harsh.

i dislike people who can not see oneself with semi-objective eyes which lead to self-realisation which might or might not lead to understanding of others.

end of era

so there was a bad religion on a stage
and there was myself being intoxicated
with that noise and that atmosphere.

it was probably towards the end of their 25+ songs,
i was dehydrated, and started getting sick of crowds,
before i realized i jumped the security gate
and as i was being escorted out..

i was jumping onto a stage, two hands on stage;
right then, two security guys ran into me,
i dont know which one (or maybe both), but surely
i was smacked down, with my knee crashed with
an edge of the stage...

these two blokes literally lifted me, kicked me out.
my knee was blooding its ass out. i dont know where
i got them but i had the worst and biggest abrasions
and cuts on my right arms.

a medic came, fixed me up real quick, asked me a bunch
of questions which i couldnt answer and then told me to
get stitched -- was she seriously expecting me to go
to a hospital at the midnight?

after spending the coldest and most uncomfortable night
at my friend's floor, obviously hearing that it's too late
for stitches, and realizing how im going to travel like this,

i said to myself.....
damn im old; is this it?

but, hey, what, can, i, do.