Confessions of a loner

I just attainted nirvana. I'm high on confusion. Life's never been so simple before. I feel my compunction gradually decreasing.
Its really different to look at the stupidity of the world from the other side. I suddenly find myself analyzing every part of myself and others around me only to find that I'm surrounded by dumbness. And somehow its all cool cause it doesn’t make any direct difference to me. It just makes me laugh. It doesn’t make me angry anymore.
Hanging around with a crew of friends is a pain in the ass. Instead, walking all alone, humming a depressing track … either having people think I'm insane or having them stereotype me as "emo" is far more peaceful. Cause deep inside… I'm happy with myself.

The Lost Thought - the overture

I haven't really mentioned what this blog is all about (mostly because of the lack of time due to the overload of school work and the fact that I've been spending way too much time looking for a muse to go on with this thing [ by thing I'm referring to both life and the blog]. Anyway... )

The Lost Thought embraces spontaneous thoughts which have come to my mind over and over , but have never gone down in ink and paper (or even in virtual writing on the monitor screen) until now…

But then … by the time I get down to writing it, the thought is lost and I am blank… and hence, it is the Lost Thought.
You're probably wondering how anything is written here at all… since these thought come to my mind so often, sometimes I can get them down in writing if I am lucky. Then again, what's written here may not be what I originally thought.

Your Gaze

I look into your deep brown eyes
I know there's something you're trying to hide
There are questions in your mind that are only voiced
As a song you hum but not speech or joy

You try not to puzzle yourself
you forget the questions in your head
Though you've surrendered, your eyes have not
The dept in your eyes show the emptiness of your heart

Your mind's been silent for so long
You've forgotten what it is like to just have a thought
They've taken the dreams that filled your soul
And left it in a lonely abode

The Sonnet of a Lost Rebel

It maybe something more intimate
A sound…a touch… to help me relate
I'm lost in the path I've walked so long
And no one can see how I've changed along
The time I've passed in no real place
No voice can help me relate
It seemed so simple when I set out
But now, the path is more of a round about
Now no one can see me deep inside
I know I'm not confused but that’s how I suffice
And others believe I have no real hope
But my dreams are too big to just behold
I'm running from something I can't really see
I'm becoming something I don't want to be