Mr. Deja Vu
Feels like everything went back to start…
Back to the old days, days of silent contemplation and self-conversations.
There’s nothing wrong with it except the fact that I’m starting to be too addicted with solitude.
I’ve never ever told anyone anything about my thoughts, besides by skirmishes with stupid cupid who always tries to cheat me out of my Nirvana.
These past few days…I’m again experiencing events in my life that happened before, dejavu?
History will repeat itself over and over again until we pop out into insanity and confusion.
For me, living becomes the hardest challenge. I never really get the things that I really really want..
and what’s worse is that i can never get my self to settle for the second-best…
