Sunday, April 24, 2011

cerita cerita kacau

diantara kebingungan-kebingungan yang ada, kata orang masih ada setitik jalan. nah, kok aku belum nemu yah?

thinking on how old now and the achievement already have, oftenly make me dizzy. at this age and still have none to proud of. and out of those, there's pressure gotten from surrounding people I know they care enough to me.

sometimes just want to go in the middle of the jungle. meeting tarzan or the kind of. but, to think of it, place where I live was, however, can be called so but in different term: concrete. the people who live inside it, can be considered as animal - in term of their habbit and so - despite thier humanity of course. those who weak are considered as prey.

maybe, it just maybe.

and then, the story goes. life without goals, or something similar to it a friend say it as: no different as zombie, so better be dead or live with it. bear it or just dead.

lantas dalam kebingungan-kebingungan, pijakan yang tak lagi kuat, kompleksitas maksiat dan memudarnya -so called- kebenaran. maka tak lagi ada mata arah yang jelas. grey area.

deception, inception.
truth, lie.
goals, incertainty.
crazyness, sanity.

among those who lose their sanity, there's life a truth beneath and sanity.

aaargghhh...............