Bullets

There is so much I have yet to say about everything going on in my life. But somedays when I pop by this space, it just feels too solemn and depressed for happy thoughts to thrive 

One day I decide I need to be happy, the next i find myself buried in a pile of loose ends and what not 

The tendency to look back into my life somehow propels me into the future, even though I still find ropes just dangling on empty walls, waiting for me to climb and go back to where I wish I could be right now; or where I don't wna be anymore 

Keep moving they say, even Nemo knows this better than me 

I've seen so many superior things suppressed by mediocrity, but the pursuit of pleasure doesn't stop just there 

Mediocre things don't interest me anymore. I am seeking for something more 

Why dont you satisfy my hunger already