every once in a while..

half a year later, n now as i read i feel i knew already then.. before it had happened..
you'd say im boasting if i said im telepathic.. but its no understatement..

sixth sense, trust it or don't believe in it.

wat kills is not the accuracy.. but rather the truth we find. did i really want to find out? im not sure, but... when we hit rock bottom don't we all turn our heads n call it 'gods doings'.. for this is the only way of escape. the only tunnel way out... out to our own Utopia.. so we won't have to face the cold hard truth. and so im once again at this intersection. lost n put to test. how do people decide exactly?

so what should my point of view be.. n where exactly do i stand..

f2.8

drip as the rain falls.
nothing better than a sleep in rainy saturday.
lazing around.
better described procrastinating.
listening to songs i cant make sense of.
driving me nuts.
bacon lettuce sandwich with a sprinkle of pepper.
sip of coffee.
my ideal saturday morning (..i thought)
snap.
photos to keep memory.
incase somewhere down the road i'd forget how it went by.
confused.
unscrambling thoughts of yesterday.
pouring.
as it gets louder.
torn on the inside.
unwinding anger into words.
reading messages i cant decipher.
trying to figure out all the befores n after.
questions i wish could be answered.
straight forward.
losing faith.
it dawns on me.
losing trust.
sooner or later.
losing it.
pull it together.
scenarios flip through my head.
investment. stock fall. something like that.
one mistake.
jealousy ontop of hatred.
10 seconds.
too late.
46 days.
more like a lifetime.

whats next?