Saturday, 10 September 2011


Uncertainty in life, can indeed make it very interesting. Sometimes, I think and act as if, I don't belong to a religion. When I write something, most of the time, it's just a way to release the overwhelming pressure & stress. It's always the case that, I write something with so many obscure lies & details being swept in, here and there, only to hope that they may perhaps come to life, one day. I am very afraid of the future, sometimes I just hope it could've been possible to end it sooner. People shouldn't be judgmental, really. What they see, read, touch or feel, how sure are they about existence of the reality behind what that's apparent to their senses?

Naive, I know. Or more accurately, plain stupid and immature.

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