Saturday, June 27, 2009
after another sleepless night,flip,twist,yawn..count sheeps,breath slow..i dont know what's there not to try.i decided,man, i need pills..
shit,this might be the start of my expressway to death.overdose,or over dependent on science.but its a easy way out.isnt life for me all about the shortcuts?!okay,just not touch that area yet.
and of cuz my mind always wonders,dont know where but it does.so here's the theory of me/anyone out there? : i'm a well produced good,i'm on the shelf for as long as it takes to be bought.i dont have an expiry date, and sure there isnt any warranty.my condition is not always the best but not the worst. i might be expensive for this quality and i might be cheap in another. only the one that sees what i got will pay for the right price to buy me. sometimes, i'm in the basket of someone's,but never brought out of the shop cuz at cash counter they found something more attractive/useful.then once again,i'm back to the same damn shelf waiting for the next one.i can be hopeful that one day, i'll be in good hand. or i can be pessimistically thinking that the day never comes. sure, either way its gonna hurt.
miserably resting on the shelf is my iron heart.
p.s wishing upon a meteor, scraping thru the sky with wishes made.
