Thursday, 17 November 2011

ride the highway

feel free to crash your car and die in flames screaming.

er. hi.
those are just common type'os. life is beautiful. with all the greys and blacks in it, and an occasional ray of  sunshine coming through the clouds. with all those contrasts and well, i'm a killeroo.
i am tired, or i was tired of this unsureness which i was sure of yet standing there like a douchebag waiting for some answers. well i got them, and they were sure. and i feel a little bit better, which is already a step. it's just that nobody knows where we're going.
and some of us are not going anywhere because they escape too often. and when they have nowhere to go, they come to you and say "Oh hey, remember, we were such a good buddies, I'll just probably follow you". Oh yeah, you're probably reading this. You bastard.
but it's okay, i know you'll die. and so will I. it's just about getting there.

17 comments:

  1. Nobody is trying to follow you, its just ur ego thinking this way , so u have an excuse to be a prick.

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  2. you'd be surprised how wrong you are.

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  3. no mate , this time ur wrong.

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  4. dude just stop thinking about yourself all the time and give some time to others instead of being in ur egg all the time. When u decide its time to crack the shell , its gonna open itself.

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  5. can we go back to you calling me a prick, please?

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  6. oh, and congratulations with an egg metaphor - legendary.

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  7. i knew you would.

    how're the snowflakes in your hair?

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  8. and ur surprised this is happening.. and yeah u`ve been a prick. Just don`t pretend that u care.

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  9. Am I surprised? Do I look like I care? Really?

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  10. It looked like you do when u wrote this.Even thou u did not put any effort whatsoever to change anything.Whatever man , i hope ull find ur peace without leaving.

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  11. aye, cheers, you too have fun.

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  12. i too, damn, think, that winters could be all about red leaves who'd never stop falling. who'd always got picked up by the wind and travelled. cold, red leaves that never die.

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  13. amazing thought.

    (I feel weird today. so just two words)

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  14. i seldom feel normal anymore.

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