October 07, 2022

Hitherto, I sat there as the rest of the town passed by and often, some of them would look at the frozen me and look away or some would ask me if I want to come with them. I would stare at the air and pretend they don't exist. Pretend I don't exist. I just sat there, ever frustrated; ever waiting. I was doing something important; is it really essential?

 

Damn, the " matters of consequences" shall forever be a maze. Distasteful yet I acknowledge.

 I reluctantly but fervently declare that I cannot be "productive." I was and could have become one but I did not become one. We desperately want success and people envy those who has them. My success is defined by the little things but yours, it's those flippant notes. My success is when I can tear one of them in half. Not because I have many but because I don't need many. Thus, I remain "unproductive" because the world has not what I want. It bores me.

But dear, am I scared that those system will corrupt me. How tempting it is?!

Yours truly