The bell rings and it's time for lunchbreak. The boy wasn't hungry....
So he went to the library. It was his first time there. He was noxious.
The boy saw all the other students were reading fairytales books. so he went to look for one. Ended up at the teacher's coner, pulled a book from a shelf. He found a journal. The cover was blank, a black leather covered journal. He reads...
"A timeline which will never slip these grips. I remembered...
How beautiful they've changed. The Blooming flowers. Some with thorns, some smells pleasant, some expands spectacularly, some forgot it's root and just wanted to be Exactly like others, some did made friends with their fellow insects, some unfortunately got eaten by them (parasites), some even refuse to grow, some died and just rot away...
natural selections? Plants, they don't have any choices. I'd simply like to say its 'fate what ever that is Or just leave a blank __________ there where u can fill in.
Anyways, Who put the plants there, who nourished it, who carries thier burdens? who provided them energy when there was no light? What? oh i don't know. why did it bloom? why is it dark? why am i even writing this? Why am i reading this? wait a minute. Am i reading what im thinking? what is this connection here? is this just another piece of crap that comes out flooding from some unfortunate minds? am i getting bored here? what? an animal lover? how cute, go pet a hungry tiger.
well, according to research, peace of craps shits things are different somehow from where u stand/sit now. Isolate that area put yourself in a sphere and look around u. This screen? mp3? ipods? earpieces? fans? airconditioners? that mouse, that touch pad,not internet (internet is good), that ciggs, that munchies, the drinks, pencils & pens, notepads handphones, night lamps, the wall, the arts of the wall. What do u see...
Not sure.
Spot a book. Who wrote it, where did it lead u to, Do u have any idea where the writer's idea came from? Is it useable to brag about to my friends so that i'd make them think im kewl~? lol
Probably from another writer's idea. But seriously, where did they got those ideas?
Perhaps its from the experience of life from a journal made formal. Daily recorded experiences made short. Hows that?
2 years of schooling, 200 pages of a book. Someone reads it, ripped it's lessons out of it and it goes on and on.
Lessons are not meant to be learnt by reading sometimes people. go through it, unintentionaly or like wise. Failure is just another step to ....(i can't confirm it yet). Too weak, too strong has its own potential.
Lets think life as a game.
THE GAME
Miracle = every 1 mil of person which has done good deeds in a day, god will grant a miracle to 7 random peoples in the wolrd.
Disaster = every 6 boundsouls which are trapped with bad attentions or grudge towards the unfair miracles happening, will gather and worship to you know who, before going to you know where.
Globalwarming, Climate shifts, seperation of continents = Its just the earth. Everything ages. Earth has longer life span than human does.
Music = instruments are plain, its just the voices that means. What are voices?
Voices = sounds made by the vibrations of vocal folds modified by the resonance of the vocal tract. <--- dictionary
Im still not sure how the game goes, but good luck people."
The boy was confused. He read the book many times over and over again. But still, he can't figure out what it meant. The boy flips the book, and finds a sentence saying " Ideas are infinate ".