ESCAPE

ESCAPE.

It would feel pretty good if it could be possible.

I feel lost. Many times I try to resist this thought, but after some excessive carbohydrates, I realized that no amount of mind-stuffing activities can cure the thought.

I am exactly where I don't want to be; or I am where I am not supposed to be- just yet.

In fact, I don't understand why I am doing all of these when everything appear useless.

I can have triple of the salary I have been getting a year ago, but the feeling is the same. I still sigh at the end of the day for too much resistance; resistance of the thought that I do not like what I am doing.

I'm not sure if I call this a lazy attitude-but one thing is for sure, it's not what I want. What I want is something I have not discovered yet because I am stucked in here.

I wish a magic carpet would rescue me and make me feel a little less like a zombie.

I loved the Way He Lies

"On the first page of our story
The future seemed so bright
Then this thing turned out so evil
I don't know why I'm still surprised
Even angels have their wicked schemes
And you take that to new extremes
But you'll always be my hero
Even though you've lost your mind

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
But that's all right because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
But that's all right because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
Ohhh, I love the way you lie

So maybe I'm a masochist
I try to run but I don't wanna ever leave
Til the walls are goin' up
In smoke with all our memories"

The lyrics talked to me tonight.

I tasted the bitter truth of how illogical I have been. 

Trying to run yet never leaving...

I wish to go places. Perhaps get rid of this consequence I have put myself under.

Well, life goes on....