Monday, September 05, 2005

why am i staying up till so late?
3.28am

i have no idea

i do not feel tired.

maybe
it's the little little pricky pain that's doing the work.

glad that it's my right hand that's hurted.

if it's my left hand
i'll feel like hell.

i'm thinking way too much..
is this another significance?

'if it's my left hand
i'll feel like hell.'

i'm actually quite impressed with how i can exaggerate one small incident to this whole chunk of thoughts and wadsoeva.
are you?
haha

I'm a piece of artwork.
For I created myself
After I had been created.
Do I look like what I'm intended to be?
Or do you think you have truly perceived the real me?
Time is all around us yet we don't see it.
Each and every second is like strokes that add more life to me.
Or am I ending soon?