Dum Dee Dum... I am not a super hero neither am i spiderman. I am going to save the world... like as if you would believe. I am a maniac. I came from an outer space which is filled with water. I learn swimming at the age of zero.I wail like a cry baby. I crawl like spiderman, i fly like superman, i drive like batman. I live in wonderland. Rugrats is my friend, so is peter pan.
the feeling of heartache, of a knife stabbing at where it hurts most, of tears rolling down, of self-loathe, of laughing at my own foolishness - all these has become all too familiar, juz like how strange happiness has become. a passer-by which went by some time too long ago to be more than a pale memory.
i can't really remember when was the last time i truely laughed too hard, when i truely felt free, when i looked forward to the next morning's sun.
one day, when i manage to fill my hand with scars, maybe then, i can truely be so numb and let everything go.
i don't really believe it's possible to be happy. like the idea of santa claus, it has become a far-fetched tale to me. at its best, i am thankful of what life has given me - family, friends, air, but i juz cant imagine me ever happy. not ever.
every step has become a chore, i wish i can stop walking. can i? i hate this feeling of pain, so intoxicating till even a million cuts can't take it away. i never wish for happiness, that is too much. i only wish for peace. sometimes even that, seems too difficult to achieve.
