WHY~

Edited. Deleted.

Anyone who read it would do well to keep it to themselves.

It's not the destination~

Life. A journey.
The A to Z.
The big journey.

We all know what is good from bad.
But what matters most is knowing whats good from better.

what is better?

What's better than better?
What's better than that?

If life is about falling down and getting back up again,
wouldn't the difference between individuals lies in how fast they get up?
or how well they do so?

If one doesn't learn from falling once, one will fall again.

Learn from one, prevent one, fall for another, prevent another.

In the end, it all comes down to stupidity.

yes. stupidity.

A disease.

Comes from the condition known as "thinking-defficiency" or TD.

Contagious too.

i'm getting really tired of this.

Fallen~

Without your wings it brought peace.
Without your wings it brought serenity.
You smile a gentle smile,
unshaken by your past desires.
A smile that is sufficient.
Only in showing that you are smiling.
Your gaze a subtle gaze.
Your eyesight deepened.
Your soul calmed.

Could you achieve all this
if your wings were not taken

Is this for me...?

Well, yes. In a sense, and no in the other.

It's okay if it isn't...

It is, in a sense, it isn't in another.

I guess i'm okay now...

Much better than before. I hope it's more than worth the price.

...

I'm off to bed. My day starts early tomorrow.

Good night...

Sleep well...

Hello~

Hello, i'm an angry spirit

Hello, i'm a wingless angel...

Hello, i'm NeoWakko.

A wingless angel? How did you get here?

By losing my wings in mid-flight...

That's funnier than mine

And i am grateful...

You're a joke

This entire blog is a joke

The angel did not lose her wings by my doing.

Right

It's true...

Who cares anyway? Not like we EXIST or anything

Let's drop that one.

I do...

Oh. Sure. Let me ask you something- has anyone ever SEEN you?
Has anyone ever SPOKEN to you?
and finally, WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE NOW?

We are the same! We don't exist! We're not even in the same world! If we all DO exist, how is this conversation even possible? Can you tell me how this conversation is possible?

You know, little boy, most kids your age have to deal with understanding as well. Basic stuff, maths, science, logic, how to tie your own shoelace...

Ah. I didn't get a chance to learn that last one

But you, little one, is beyond their league. Things for you is not that easy.

Oh? You mean, after the brutal, violent, slow and painful death? I couldn't have guessed

The three of us here can hold this conversation, because she is not real.

...

I'm surprised. No really. My eyes were the size of teacups. I doubt you saw them, since i'm not real and all

But you, do not exist.

I don't get it.

She isn't real. You... don't exist.

I don't care. I still hate you, obviously. and i will for ever continue to hate you and your very existence. It's not FAIR! YOU killed me! I want justice!

I typed plenty of things. Pretty much anything i wanted. I write about people going throug....anything i wanted. It never occured to me that one day, one of them would actually blame me for it.

So, i don't know what to do.

Because no matter how i see it, or try to justify it, even out of guilt,
you don't exist.

We're far from over then.

Goodbye for now.

Wait!

Your Welcome~

This overdue entry...
is an overdue entry.

A while ago i learnt the true meaning of appreciation...through words.
It's not your usual "Have something a drink" , " Thank you" sort of gratitude.
It's when you put your life at the service of somebody.
To serve.
To value...
To respect...
To honour...
To appreciate...
...somebody who needed it.
...someone who had never a taste of it.
...someone who deserves it.
...someone who needs it.

Efforts placed into the process of filling in gaps normally left behind by someone else.
Someone is responsible for the damages.
No one gives a shit.

Those who do, tend to give a shit for the wrong reasons.


I believe we all need a chance.
We all need guidance.
We all need help.

Being neglected and left alone is an invisible disease that hurts the very foundation of our values and beliefs.
Especially at the very fragile age of learning the general knowledge of life. Common sense. Common values.
Not to forget, it feels like a hollow icicle being stabbed in the heart,
and left there.

It's cold, hollow and doesn't melt.
It stays for years.
It grows and shrinks, gets better and worse. Like a disease.

Living with no clear direction in life.
No one to turn to,
no one to fall back on.
A tunnel you see no end to.

For those who knows what i'm talking about, i hope for the best.
For those around me whose life i've changed for the better, i hope for the best.
For those around me whose life i've changed for the worse, i hope for the best.

For those who thanked me, from the bottom of my heart i sincerely thank you too, you helped me make this world a better place. Even a little bit. Change normally starts small, but in a world where people resist change, we have found better rewards otherwise.

May what we have learnt from each other flawlessly benefit our world in these dark times.

Your very welcome.