Sunday, March 11, 2007

Life is...

"Do you have an aim in life?"
this is wat they ask.

Aim?

Aim of my desire?

Or aim of theirs?

Din give a direct reply but brush it off with irritation.

No point telling my aim of their disapproval.

Violent disapproval.

But well, starting used to such life.

A life which is devoted to please their approvals.
A life which is deemed to be an utter disappointment to them.
A life which is never cleansed approval, in their eyes.
A life which is living in the house of Erik.
A life which is daydreaming to be the king of the castle.

A life which is starting to be used to the sensation of numbness.

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