Pen and paper.

Reading about conventional method makes me want to go backwards.

To the original pen and paper. To be discovered only later after I am gone, not while I am here, still writing about it.

Easier said than done.

21.

And as if you could ever remain incognito and talks about him with your corrupted words and your corrupted mind.

There is this organ called brain - use it.

Say a little prayer for me.

I have always enjoyed a little escape, like what I have right here. An existence not being known, away from the attention of people who are overly concerned.

All these while being over exposed choked me, as if the only thing covering my naked body is some strands of thin thread, leaving me with very little air to breath, to actually speak my own mind. All because of fear of being just, for the real colour that I chose to reveal.

But then again, I guess it is just a human nature to disclose oneself.

and to overcome that temptation is something I should be proud of.

For now.

Sneak peek.

Even when I was to follow my clearly made statements religiously, I didnt.

You can call it a sinful act, but I was glad to know it wasnt something that bothers me anymore. Just so you know, photo blogs with meaningless photos do not impress me.

And people you try hard to impress are not impressive.

Well, just so you know.

These words.

There are a thousands of stories I wish to share to you, to everyone, to anyone. But my concern is, if they care, what will they think of me, about how I think.

And that leaves me not saying anything.