The Pawn speaking…
…I started this blogging thing the other day, and for some stupid reason I lost the post, anyway, I’m not the kind who’ll write about my self and let other people scrutinize it on the net…but right now, I don’t have anything to lose and I know that nobody will read it anyway…for starters, I don’t think my life is that interesting so forgive my nonsensical blahs….
…I use to write a lot back when I was in college, my files and notebooks would always carry rants and my life’s troubles…my stupid senseless poems, and longings in this bottled up existence…but it’s true what they say, you forget all about those simple things you do for yourself when you met someone to share your life with already…after a breakup you suddenly look back at your journal and notice that endless blank pages are the only things staring back at you…
…I recently had inner battles within myself whether on not to face another freakin’ day… damn this existence there’s always life after you finally put a period on a stupid chapter of your life…it’s just up to you how you’ll carry on…after I lost my first serious relationship my life was put on hold…it felt like there’s nothing you could hold on too…damn those beautiful memories…keeps flashing back on my sleepless nights…love ridden soul…
…I’m trying to push myself to get back on track now…just following the music where life takes me…I’m just swimming right through it…it’s so hard to try to control your life so I’m leaving it up to life itself…I tried so hard to hold it in my hands, I just end up weeping and disappointed all the time…its sad to say that we are just pawns but its true…we’re just dancers in an open stadium…following the music…with an anonymous DJ switching the soundtracks of our life from mellow to block rockin’ beats…
…Well wherever life takes me, I’ll just try to get all the happiness I can extract from it…my editor said, from life’s many offerings, choose happiness…and its true, it’s always a choice, so as sadness…right now I don’t want to drown from my sadness and feed my long term depression…life still follows, let tomorrow worry about itself. I got that from a friend who’s lost like I am, but she’s still holding on, so I’ll also hold on…I’m young, there’s so much more to experience, better jobs, better clothes, lots and lots of food, better relationships and so many more lovely lips to kiss…
