Life as I see it,,

Life in a city is not so great. you get to live with all modern antics, yes, but you'll get to miss what life has in store for you. Being in a city, is being in a fast paced world. You get to witness different trend which, amazingly, can last only 24 hours! i mean, if you're in an.. um.. uncivilized place then it was like you're a little, no, a lot, behind with the latest. confused? just imagine a trend that is "in" then somebody will just tell you that the "in" trend you were living on has long been expired for about a year.

Life in the city is never boring. you get to go to fancy malls and enjoy fully air-conditioned places, even in restrooms! You get to window shop at branded stores or scream to death on thrilling rides. What more can you ask? the fun, the opportunities and all the life you can ever imagine. that was what i thought, before i was exposed to a rural area.

The place i had gone into was exposed to the different cultures imposed upon by its inhabitants. this place, the place of the brains.

Here, most are those who came from far off places i haven't given a thought. Thier idea on who the people are was a complete opposite on my perspective. if i am a poor untalented being in my world, in this new dimension, i became a somebody. it was like having your own hidden self emerge through your skin. it was like being a someone.

The thing is, the fast paced "life" i had lived became a blur. i realized that the once slow rhythm of yesterday was really a fast flash of lightning. i never got to enjoy what life has laid out in front of me. i just stared at the farthest point and could not wait till i get there. and in so doing, i never did saw the people waving me to stop, to listen, to be heard.

Am i blaming all this to the fast paced life i had lived? no, but merely expressing that i just wished my life was not the life it really is. But then again, if ever that would happen then i wouldn't be in the kind of life i am now existing.

I would have been a different person.

...A confession

i have a confession
buried deep inside
i want it to be heard
by the one i am about

i have a confession
crawling its way out
i can't even ignore
this unheeded action

i have a confession
i wanted to speak
i wish i had the courage
to shout it out

this is my confession
i cannot say
no pain could have been great
whilst it is still inside

this confession of mine
is dragging me to the brink of insanity
what would it take
my mouth to say the words...

i love you