the earth laughs in flowers

Realizations and points

As I write this entry I made a shocking realization: popular people are often the lonliest.

They crack jokes for you, making you laugh. They play around with you, making you feel happy. They smile, and you think they are happy.

Yet when they are alone, when they face those moments of depression, nobody bothers about them. Nobody comforts them. Everybody just continue on their daily lives, acting as though nothing has happened. When what they need is just someone to pay attention to them, to help them.

They are not just mere clowns, there to entertain you. They are people who want to get attention, who got attention but it's on the exterior only. They are people who want people to care about them. They are not there to make you laugh.

Think. Is there a person whom you all laugh around with, who always makes you laugh?

Yet when the person sits there, alone, nobody goes up to him, nobody cares about him, nobody tries to ask him what the matter is.

nobody. They are actually the world's lonliest. For they are so engrossed with making everyone laugh, they split their attention among so many others that the others don't really have their full attention on them. They don't have really close friends, for if they did they wouldn't be popular as they would only concentrate on those people.

Perhaps that's why I hate socialising.

Pump. Fill it up with air.
Watch it float to the sky,
and hear the gleeful laughter of the children.

Yet when they burst,
nobody hear their screams.
nobody see them in those moments.

Those moments, when they need
someone the most to help let out some air
so they won't explode.

Those moments
nobody cares.
nobody helps.

For they just shrug nonchalently
It is, after all, insignificant
Only there at that moment to give them pleasure.

Talk about cheering others up when I myself is so depressed.

I feel... no point in life, no point in death, no point in anything at all.

In this world, everyone's struggling for survival. yet what is the point of survival?

As you travel around this earth
You realise something:
the earth is, after all, round.
you go back to the same place after some time.

As you fly through outer space
zooming through billions and zillions of stars
You begin to realise
that they all look the same.

As you begin stabbing at a paper creating dots all over
you realise that after some time
the dots just blend in to become a great big blob
And there doesn't seem to be a point you can focus on anymore.

As you jump off a cliff
falling down, down, down
You start to realise
that there doesn't seem to be an end.

The drop down just continues
everything just becomes ink-dark
you realise you don't know where you are going
And when this is going to stop.

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far and wee

you and i together mysteriously and always floating
Sunday, July 10 1:26 AM