Just out of my reach.
Up high in the sky, don’t let things drag you down. Yes, this is a sad world, but not a sad life.
Up in the sky is a view so wonderful that it makes the ordinary into something beautiful.
On top of the Arc de Triumphe.
Water drops fall from her face. Rain pours throughout the night.
The Eiffel Tower shows its beauty.
Bright lights glow in the night as hearts grow in sight.
Paris.
Complacency
We all get it, complacency. It’s very difficult to avoid, honestly. I mean, look around, we are so fortune with what we have, yet we want more. Well, honestly, I fall victim to this all the time, and it really makes me feel bad. It makes me feel like a privilege denying asshole. I guess what I wanna do is learn to just be contented with what I have.
But at the same time with all these, I can’t help but yearn for a change of scenery. Change, I want change.
Callus, again.
Time to pour out some thoughts here and there.
Okay! So let’s talk about being callus. Talk about not feeling… Anything.
First off, I know this may sound like some random emo crap while you think “hey, your life isn’t that bad! You’re just exaggerating things! Blahblahblah”-shit. Whatever. It’s because of people that made me like this.
So here, how to become callus = bear yourself down to the lowest possible being you can be.
You’re not special, you’re not extraordinary. You’re not normal, you’re not regular. You are just you, you just exist. That’s it.
Lock yourself off to everyone, don’t bother keeping in your thoughts, they come back. Just let them out when no one sees. Let no one see you.
Hope may linger, but kill it. Just do.
Just a peak of my notebook. It’s a story. :)
Through the vines, into the sky.
