So this is my attempt in keeping a blog free of enigmatic phrases strung together in a convoluted mess. This is simply how i feel, whether or not it's petty, banal or twisted. Though i think sometimes i won't be able to help it, especially when i'm high with the night or for lack of a better understanding of myself.
I'm not sure exactly how i feel now about romance. I thought college would be a fresh start, with a whole new world of people who could steal my heart, but i remain unmoved. No one so much as inspires me. No one lives with such poetry that its effluent grace spills into my heart. Still, i turn back and reminisce. Something was wrong, and i cannot make it right again. And i can't go back. But she's still the best i've ever had. And so finally, i'm contently lost, eschewed from what would've been another longing. Maybe the waves have finally overcome the tombola and has left this island in peace and self-sufficiency.
It's time to work towards becoming the man i want to be. Shed away the excuses, make no apologies. Never give up, never back down.
No change, i can't change, i can't change, i can't change
But i'm here in my mold
I am here in my mold.
Currently Reading: Dante's Inferno
Listening To: Bittersweet Symphony- The Verve
