what is your talent?

my talent is SUPPRESSION. i can suck it all up in and get it over with. it’s hard but i can always do it. i’m in the top 100 list of people who can bottle up their existence and decorate it with shiny shimmering splendid ribbons. uh! shit that makes me normal. eeww gross~ yeah i know, normal people are good at suppression. they constantly tell themselves its going to be okay.


what separates me from normalcy is ISOLATION and INDIFFERENCE. i have always have the choice of shutting down. shutting off… put my self in a bubble balloon. i can block all the energies from anything and anybody, and damaging my self and those people in return. how do you call that? proofed? yes i am.

DEATH is my emergency plug. the ultimate revenge. but i am not yet going to pull it, despite of the many attempts all these years. however, i promise that i will die young. life is one sick idea of anything trigger-happy.

people like me are what they call insane and incomprehensible. of course, most people like to play it safe. i always tried that way of measure. but the more i strive for it, the more i am alienated. what’s there to understand of me? reality is relative. mine is anything but order. i am comfortable with misery and anger and all that people are disgusted of.

i do not settle for an 8-color life. where blue is only blue. i always know there is more to blue. like aquamarine… when it is mistaken for green. perhaps that’s why i am named after the sky.

yellow+red+sand equals pebbles… xuxu


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