poison
I think perhaps, that i've been on snail-speed for long enough. It's time to get back the pace and get my brain cracking again. For now, i'm being a little woozy because i've had no sleep yet, except for the nearly-one-hour nap i had in college just now. On the way home on the bus i felt as if the cells in my body were running out of energy, like lithium batteries going low on power. I had to run to the nearest 7-11 to grab a drink and some kit-kat to somehow manage to drag myself back to the condo.
As for small talk, and more small talk, news spreads like wild-fire but rumours can strike like lightning - they can go faster than you ever imagine. From one source to another, the most likely news to spread is not that which is innocently obvious, but it's the scruitiny and secrecy that strikes the curiousity in many a human being, leading to trail after trail of unending trail for the passing of words. If you wished you could stop it, guess again: you can't. The remedy is not in putting a sock to the rumours, but rather instilling the sense of acceptance that it's already out in the open, and then always preparing yourself to face the concequences of your actions. However hard you try to hide, you can't for there's always other people involved in anything you do.
A world that revolves around yourself, exists only in the memory of a dreamland where you are the lonely ruler of the lands and with nobody else to bother you; but in reality you are just like a fish in the sea, and those fish rise within all the animals in the world, and those animals rise within all living organisms - the statistically impossible to control. Thus, you choose your actions and be ready to face any setbacks.
For those whom have a philosophy of life that abides like an unchallenged passion, but poisoning people around you, hopefully you'll no longer bring anyone else dismay. It's in the grips of your own fists that those little wrong ends you've either consciously or unconsciously committed, which brings towards your own misery. Poison is no passion that others would gladly share with you. If you brew it within you, it'll consume your fate and leave a sea full of stained waters. It bleeds with your blood from the veins of your spirit. If you lay in denial, you'll end up only bringing more and more people down with you on the path to that deep, dark grave that you dug for yourself.
If you don't see it yourself, you are blind; and if you don't listen to others who tell you of it, you are a fool.
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