Sometimes in the middle of life, I have to remind myself
That whether foe or friend,
I should always try
to look them in the eye.
Maybe I’ll see something there
Foe becomes friend
Friend becomes foe or lover or some other
Oh, well, who knows?
I wake up at 4am to make it to work at 6.
And I sit in public commute, observe the lives that brush mine for a while.
The morning blank stares from each face across me.
Perhaps we all have that dead look during these hours because we either can’t believe we awoke from a nightmare or that we feel bereft to be pulled out from a dream.
Either way, we’re all just lurkers in this universe, occasionally floating across eachother, to the other direction. And sometimes, if we’re lucky, to be floating beside ONE other.
imagine a video game where you create a hero whose destiny is to save everyone, but throughout the game you start making harder and more questionable decisions, and the game gets darker and darker. and in the end you’re just standing there, clutching the controller and finally realizing you were playing the villain all along
Sometimes we are left. Sometimes we do the leaving. Whether we are the deserter or the deserted, a part of us remains in the other. The way soil or sand or mud sticks in the crevices of our shoes. Or the way perfume remains in soiled clothes.
There are two types of people in the world: Those who don’t have the guts to chase after what they want and those who do, but don’t know when to stop.