Feelings
Tenshi mode:
Amazing, truly. This body actually feels guilt. I laugh.
A certain person said, "There is less than a month left for you to respect the teachers." I muse.
Actually, I see the need in respecting them. But I do not see the need to perform it.
In my opinion, I hate teachers. Yes, I will truly never want to be one.
Ironic isn't it? Whenever those bugs meet up with problems, the first person they seek to solve after the teachers, is me. And yes, I helped them. So that makes me an idiot. Weird isn't it, how I show others that I'm one who disregards the teachers when I am in school whereas out of it, I am just a mere solemn and quiet person, greeting the teachers when I see them, smiling at them when necessary.
In fact, I only keep quiet when I'm out of school.
Someone once asked me, "Why are you so quiet nowadays?" I took to the defensive, saying that that's because there's no topic for me to talk about, and of course, these words fell onto deaf ears anyway. In actual fact, I do not speak because I see the need to shut myself up. While others are able to open up, I cannot, not because I don't want to, but because no one cares about it. If so, why should I even bother at all?
In the rain, I throw my head back, allowing the droplets of rain to fall onto me. To others, their bodies are so precious that they can't bear to even drench themselves, but to me, I love the feeling of the rain.
The cool clear water which is able to wash away the sins within.
Against the warm skin, the droplets fell, steady and mildly. To make matters even better, with earphone on at a high volume, I am able to completely seclude myself in a world that belongs to me and only me. When others call out to me, I pretend not to hear. When others wave to me, I pretend not to see.
Just because I want a little privacy to myself.
Indeed, I lack the care from others. Yet, I have seen, that comfort need not come from them. There are 'others' which are readily giving the comfort.
Each morning, a certain person would greet 'us'. Without so much more then a call of the pet name, she gives 'us' a hug, in front of many others, not caring if people had the wrong thoughts. Initially, 'we' were all taken aback, but after a while, 'everyone' had to agree that it was needed. Much needed. Though 'we' wanted to return with a deep embrace each time, 'we' held back, because that would have shown the sadness within us all these days. Ironically, 'we' forbid that feeling to ooze out at any one time. That's because we know, no one is willing to share the burden with us...
No one at all.
Thus, we are just lonesome dreamers, fighting for what we believe in, even though we know it's impossible.
Dreamers who are fighting to reach the top. Dreamers who have a motive, the motive to just live. Dreamers who are fighting...
To change fate.
Amazing, truly. This body actually feels guilt. I laugh.
A certain person said, "There is less than a month left for you to respect the teachers." I muse.
Actually, I see the need in respecting them. But I do not see the need to perform it.
In my opinion, I hate teachers. Yes, I will truly never want to be one.
Ironic isn't it? Whenever those bugs meet up with problems, the first person they seek to solve after the teachers, is me. And yes, I helped them. So that makes me an idiot. Weird isn't it, how I show others that I'm one who disregards the teachers when I am in school whereas out of it, I am just a mere solemn and quiet person, greeting the teachers when I see them, smiling at them when necessary.
In fact, I only keep quiet when I'm out of school.
Someone once asked me, "Why are you so quiet nowadays?" I took to the defensive, saying that that's because there's no topic for me to talk about, and of course, these words fell onto deaf ears anyway. In actual fact, I do not speak because I see the need to shut myself up. While others are able to open up, I cannot, not because I don't want to, but because no one cares about it. If so, why should I even bother at all?
In the rain, I throw my head back, allowing the droplets of rain to fall onto me. To others, their bodies are so precious that they can't bear to even drench themselves, but to me, I love the feeling of the rain.
The cool clear water which is able to wash away the sins within.
Against the warm skin, the droplets fell, steady and mildly. To make matters even better, with earphone on at a high volume, I am able to completely seclude myself in a world that belongs to me and only me. When others call out to me, I pretend not to hear. When others wave to me, I pretend not to see.
Just because I want a little privacy to myself.
Indeed, I lack the care from others. Yet, I have seen, that comfort need not come from them. There are 'others' which are readily giving the comfort.
Each morning, a certain person would greet 'us'. Without so much more then a call of the pet name, she gives 'us' a hug, in front of many others, not caring if people had the wrong thoughts. Initially, 'we' were all taken aback, but after a while, 'everyone' had to agree that it was needed. Much needed. Though 'we' wanted to return with a deep embrace each time, 'we' held back, because that would have shown the sadness within us all these days. Ironically, 'we' forbid that feeling to ooze out at any one time. That's because we know, no one is willing to share the burden with us...
No one at all.
Thus, we are just lonesome dreamers, fighting for what we believe in, even though we know it's impossible.
Dreamers who are fighting to reach the top. Dreamers who have a motive, the motive to just live. Dreamers who are fighting...
To change fate.
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