Eternal Road

Sometimes I feel good, and other times I feel bad.
Sometimes I'm exhilarated, and other times I'm sad.
When it's freezing, I feel like sitting on the shore.
Whatever happens, there's always some more.
When I search for ups, life gives me dreadful downs,
whether at the tops, or down amongst the towns.
Sad is my desperate being, sad is my thirsty soul.
Lost between fiends and whatever black and foul.
I need light, I need colors, and no more load,
to see clearly while walking through that eternal road.

Buckle Up & Fight!

This time I decided to FIGHT! this decision came after some really deep thought... I came to a conclusion that this life is a fierce battle... I have to be a warrior, for this ground is shaky, unstable, and dirty. First, I need to fight myself. What do I really aim in this life? Who's really important to me? Whom do I need to treasure the most? Set up my goals, and put them between my eyes. Then I should fight my society; especially those close-minded members. I need to be aware that all dogs bark, whether in my presence or not; and sweet-talking is putting lipstick on a pig.
After that, I should fight my enemies, because I need to clear out the road in front of me, to head straight to my goal. I can't afford stumbling on filth. I will stand up against all haters, and be proud of all my beliefs, because this place is neither foul nor fair. Everyone has a sword deep inside of their souls. Some are sheathed, and some are drawn out in the face of injustice! My sword was waiting eagerly to be drawn out, and I've made it wait too long... Now is the time to buckle up and fight!

It Makes The Living Lonely As Hell

Everyday someone dies, lives, gets married, gets divorced, and is born to this universe. However it's always someone not close to me. It's something I hear about every single day and night. On the other hand, I've never experienced any; not death, marriage, divorce, and living after being ill. The only thing I've been through is being born to this world, and unfortunately I can't remember that... These things make me feel like I live in a bubble, so vulnerable to being popped by the death angel, fortune, and fate.
Grandpa died few years ago, but I did not feel that miserable and devastated, because he was already in his 90's. Yesterday three of my relatives died in a car accident. I know by now they're dead, but something inside of me cannot accept the fact that they're not in this world anymore, it's just not getting into my brain... That shows how humans have limited brain capacities. I've only teared a bit, still did not get that slap straight on to my cheek... Something is wrong... My world is short of three human beings. I feel incomplete.
My back feels hot in the middle and very cold on the sides. My eyes just wander and try to solve this unlocking mystery. I can't believe it, I won't believe it, I do not need to believe it. She was really proud of her son. He just graduated from college. She just got her new job and was extremely happy about it. Three people do make a difference. Even half a person does. Death is ugly... Black... Blurry... Repulsive... and most importantly, it makes the living lonely as hell...