30 January 2009

Of spears

A sharp spear calls forth the flow of life, unleashing a hollowed cry of pain through treacherous lines. A blunt spear leaves no obvious marks but imprints a muted agony behind the unbreached facade. Defenceless, behind the passive pair of orbs where light reveals colourful truths, you watch on as both pretentious shields reveal their true facades, intoxicating you in the bittersweet scent of sadness. At that point, you just wish to get away from this horrible nightmare, but as you feel the spectre of emptiness eating into your insides, the sounds of disappointment betray that this is no dream. You start to realize how painful reality can be.
Wow, that sounded quite emo. Actually, it's just me doing some writing therapy. haha I feel so much better now. And thanks to friends for being such good listening ears as I talk about random theories of mine on life, love and the universe :D

Alright, here are some random thoughts:
There are times when we feel like a flat battery, exhausted and emptied of sustainable fuel. Perhaps all we need is a thousand-watt smile, and a listening ear to plug into, and we'd be back to being fully-charged!

Friends are the ones who make you smile when you least feel like it.
Acquaintances are the ones whom you have to smile for even when you least feel like it.

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