For so many years, I'm living like a hermit crab, a sole spirit that travels from one place to another, a grasshopper that hops every moment he's taunted

I wonder why most of the people around me never makes me feel important? or is it just? is it just me that is being selfish or is it just me that wants acceptance?

And now, I'm a young adult, supposedly mature and should be able to work things out well; honed by the harshness of life, I'm still an innocent being, no one knows I'm still in my darkest days.

Still searching for who I really am, I met different people, some fixed me, most broke me.

I guess the "I wanted to fit in" feeling is set to be with me forever.


:) thank you,


-Neil Evangelista

have you ever thought of being in a crowd with varieties fo personality?

ever misplaced your true self just to be accepted by the people around you?;
or tried to be somebody, well at least somebody is better, right?

felt in a dark room, your eyes open but all you can see is darkness?

your staring nowhere, thinking blurred and hazy?

heavyness kills, solitary amplifies and friends dies.

you're searching for light, but all you can see is black.

ever recorded a black light? not yet? now you do.

acceptance where are you?

family?

friends?

such non-sense.

They won't feed you, they'll just make your life miserable, they will ruin you and just dump you.

they're not important,


"BUT"

they can help you,

they can help you realize that you're wrong, after all these years, you're wrong, but somehow right.

cluttered with uncertainties?

your cognitive process is already leaving you with errors?

why don't you just wait?

wait.

wait..

wait...

until total darkness eats you,

be an earth,

feel the shivering deluge of pain,

after that, you're done...

done with everything..

done with the harshness of the world..

done...done...done...

Lived alone? died Alone...

Well, I'll just have to update my blog site, and I'm done, I guess.

Actually last night, during my special moment, the time where in my thinking skill is maximized, remembering things and stuffs that happened, I end up focusing my concentration in an event that took most of the moment.

I was walking in a dim lit area to visit a friend, as soon as I step my right foot on the stiff and trap like one way street, I remembered a rumor that made my eyes roll around clockwise.

I heard an old hag beside a store just near our place telling the townspeople something creepy, that every night at exactly 11:59 pm where today and tomorrow swap places, you can hear a squeaking sound and a water drop in the area even in the middle of concretes and dry air terrain.

A street light turning on and off, and a silhouette shadow of a man smoking.

A cold thin dry air and a BANG!!!

A man suddenly fell and moan as if begging for help.

Then you will hear whispers of foot steps, and as you go on, it keeps on getting louder and louder
and a breeze will run through your face and someone will tap behind you in the middle of darkness.

And you will turn around and will hear a bouncing sound, but it sure doesn't sound like a ball of air, but it is a bouncing sound.

stunned because of the unusual sound, you will again turn around to continue your errand.

Exactly parallel to the area where you saw a shadow of a man smoking under the street lamp, a sound of a young girl got you're attention. A cute sound of "PSSSssst" got you. the girl whispers "here sir, here, quick!".

Felt astonished hearing a sound in the middle of a deserted street, standing there in a minute or two, made you're stunned soul quite relaxed.

Almost on the other side of the street, you saw the garbage container shake. "How come it shook without any life forms in it?" you asked yourself...

Then finally, I managed to get through the street seeing my friend in front of the their home's door and I asked him, "Why are you outside?" and "why do you have those bruises on your knee and elbow?". then he said, I was looking for my cat, I bet he's scavenging for food somewhere, then my mother told me to look for my little sister because our uncle took him to buy candies but she usually wants to play hide and seek, then my dad asked me to buy cigarette for him and I suddenly stepped on a black rubber like thing and fell down, where I got these bruises.

"So what are you doing here?" my friend asked me; I was just going to visit you and borrow a book from you, "this late night?" he said, Yeah, so what do you have in their? i asked.

then we entered their house...




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