
hudaa Ismail
nineTeen
pretty much an avid observer who is eccentric in nature as well as one who does things entirely based on her mood.
title: like a doll who is dependent on her master; Life's pretty mundane these days. It feels as though i'm an actress attempting to act out a role as scripted. I'm going round in circles and i simply can't stand it. I'hv lost interest in all the things that i love doing. I'hv forgotten the joy from reading, shopping no longer invites bliss, chocolates are just chocolates,i can't put thoughts into words and even a basic meal seems like a huge torture. My social life practically seems non-existent. I can't be bothered with social networking sites.I declare that my friendster is officially dead.Only god knows when i'm going to revive it. I'hv pretty much kissed going online goodbye.I will only be online if someone wants me online.Sometimes,i totally ignore people's attempt to initiate an online conversation with me.If i'hv offended anyone, please accept my humble apology. Perhaps i'm sinking into a state where i can no longer be bothered. It just happens and i have no control over it.Maybe, i'm the one who refuses to control my thoughts and emotions. What happened to the soul who believes that its all in the mind and that she have absolute control over how her mind thinks? Oh well, that soul appears to be away on a vacation. She will be back only when her arrow has landed perfectly on the bull's eye.If, she misses again this time round, maybe she won't come back or maybe, she will but as a reincarnated new-self. As for now, i'm like a copy of Ying-Ying St.Clair from the novel Joy Luck Club; simply waiting between the trees. Observing signs and reacting at the very last minute before the vase crashes onto the floor. My existance being unfelt. I will always be listening but sometimes,i go on drifting away.You wouldn't notice it.A part of me will know how to conceal it so well that everything will look the same. Not that i want to do this,i just can't help it. The non-luminous flame has turned luminous. It's burning steadily, not with passion. If you have time,you will wait for your dish to cook. If you don't,chances are you will give up half-way;going out in search for a takeaway. Love, vinTage dreams Labels: i'hv guard it with fences; |
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