Local Act 95: Smokey stage

No starry night. I looked for ten minutes to find one single star. None. Cold night. Heat from the ciggie warmed my body. Every puff has its reason. The first puff is always about death. I wonder, how many puffs would it take to kill me? I wonder. The second puff I related it with life. What is life? A journey about self-actualization? No. It is more than that. Life is about making mistakes. Mistakes that we commit every single breath we take. Mistakes that we accidentally commit or the one that we purposely do. As I released the puff, it creates a smokey stage in the air. A stage where I can see my life, my mistakes that I have committed. I smiled. That is my life.

The third puff reminds me of hate. There are people who I loath and hated to my guts. For those who I loath, I couldn't give the reason why. I didn't want to know. I only know I hated them. The forth puff, love. Love can cheer you up and love can make you down. I had felt both part. As the smokey stage were set, I see my love life like a boat in stormy sea. Just waiting for the boat to sink or the storm to calm down.Which ever come first. Waiting.

Four puffs. I managed to take only four puffs tonight. And it is still half way. I'm going to call it a night. Probably........................














I'm just tired of everything.

Local Act 94: Midnite monologue

People come and go. Some would come, stay and be part of our life. Others would just come and leave without telling. In some cases, they come, want to stay but we chase them out because we think that they do not belong our life. Most of them would just pass through our life. While sometimes we welcome people in our life, we tend to ignore them when they stay. After they decide to leave, we start to wonder if they would come back. Mostly, they wont. They would just passing through. Without even bother to look. And there we are. Wondering whether they would come back.Waiting.

But these people did not know, we really appreciate they come to our life and stay. We never get the chance to said thank you for that. After they leave, we might not get the chance. People come and go. That is how life work. Sometime things have to fall apart to make way for better things. We don't know how those 'better things' might turn out, yet one thing for sure. It is better.