Bang Bang Shoot Shoot

Solitude is bliss.

It is the time when everything is clear as if everything is real. Nothing matters, just the moment of clarity and deepened understanding of the things that are happening and going around you. It is the only time to wonder and to wander. Ideas come and go. Words flow into infinity. Songs play in your head like a series of epiphanies.

The sky is dark, and the stars shine brightly, lightening the pace of uncertainty. Nothing really matters. Not even the universe. Savor that moment. Taste that time. It will only come once. Or maybe twice. But who cares?

The Great Perhaps

I failed my part of the bargain.

Do I feel remorse? No. Do I feel regret? No. But there's just one thing in my mind: The Great Perhaps. It is not regret that provokes this kind of question. No, not regret at all. It is more of human nature that gives me this kind of idea. What if I did my part of the bargain? What if I did what I was supposed to do? What if I did things differently? What if, will everything be different?

No, of course not. Everything will still be the same. I will still think of the The Great Perhaps, mainly because I have done things differently. And it's normal. It's human nature to want something we don't have. Why? Because we love the thrill. We love the chase. We love the challenge it poses to our humanity. Well, at least for me.

I like chasing something I can never have. I like the feeling of uncertainty, of whether I can really have it or not. It makes me feel as if there's still hope in humanity. It makes me think that maybe, just maybe, there's still more to life for me. It makes me feel as though I am made for something, that I could be someone else. It makes me feel alive even for a while. But most of the time, it kills me.

AAAAAAHHHH! THE GREAT PERHAAAA *some text missing*