prologue

NURUL AIN
j'ai vingth et un ans

i want to travel around the world, with bottles of mango milk tea in my esprit totebag.





Thursday, April 28, 2005 11:33


...
what drives us all , are questions,
questions of why, whom, what and where...
an answer is not always an end,
our whole life is a complex question,
only we distract ourselves from the one answer
which perhaps may be the only end,
what are we to do with this diamond we call life,
we choose to complicate the question all the more instead,
good and evil, rich and poor, god and the devil,
we have defined our entire existence as a debate,
with no real winner, no perfect argument,
the boundaries and ideologies we have created are limitless
and yet oh so senseless,
we are a species that chooses to progressively burden itself,
under the delusion of salvation,
of achieving the long procrastinated contentment,
silence kills, as such we have surrounded ourselves with increasingly distracting delusions out of fear,
we are all good and evil,
we are all rich and yet so poor,
and yes, god is inside us, as is the devil,
allow yourself to digest this, if you may, that a man who takes a life away,
having himself borne a similar tragedy,
is both good and evil, in our society's eyes,
both richer and poorer, in his own eyes,
and has the presence of god and the devil in him,
in his heart's and mind's eye,
as i believe then, i state now, that choice is our trump card,
and our deathwish, two sides to a coin,
it seems pitiful to have our lives caged in by yet another boundary,
then again, who ever said there was anything wrong with dropping the coin,
let alone flipping it.
...
-yours.truly: closet_poet*me*-