Improvisation

Memories collide with the reality I always hold in my mind
Filled with lace and drama, there really is no need to explain further
I hear this little voice from a distant place
Not my conscience since it's dead
Tied up with nails it's easy to deny
The problem in front of your eyes

My balance glides off and ends up somewhere unknown
A far away place I've never heard of
But there is a need to explore its veins
Unless it's bound to be destroyed by artificial forces

I try to capture a moment
But it passes by quickly
Almost as if I didn't live it at all
But someone else
I don't know who it is
I've changed since lies have been told and sold to the nearest merchant
Supposing it'd be best to continue living in denial

I think I've been Drinking and Eating a lot of shit from Wonderland

I'm serious!
I realize now that I have good days and bad days. Before, I only have bad and empty bad days. I don't know, it was just weird. Now that my life is somewhat balanced, I really don't over analyze things anymore. Which is weird because it was my favorite hobby ever.
In other news, I've given up on digital photography. I really don't consider myself as a talented photographer so I'm just focusing on film photography for now. Though I did waste like 3 35mm films but oh well, that's because the camera's battery is RIP.

I'm much more focused on the concept of freedom. It's supposed to be an absolute concept. I learned about it while watching The Duchess. I mean do I practice such concept or not? That and I've been getting this angst every time I'm at my house. Probably because I found interesting people to hang out with. Though I am awfully quiet. Am I still the shy human being like I've always been?

I think that's the part that has been true ever since I learned how to exist. The shy part of me. I've been mean, sarcastic, bitchy, funny, hyper but always shy. Maybe I don't suffer from a personality disorder after all. No sir. No sir.

LOL! I just love how this entry makes no sense whatsoever.