on life, love, the universe, and more...
Oh Fikri, it seems like obsessed with dying while flying. Few weeks or a month you had a similar post "if I die flying," :). Come on, you must be young, give up all these morbid thoughts of death. I don't want to die anyway :(. But who are "they"? Human beings? And "I" stands for the bird?
You're right KL..Loosen up Fik.
flying is a nice way to die but u will be missed whether it matters to u or not...it'll be fine for u cos ur like already dead,but what bout those who're like living?...not everyone expresses bout how much they care bout a someone...to some..its just not done...sometimes its bcos of what they went through in life...its makes them feel safer to not express...the only hope to some people like this is that the people they care bout would eventually know how much they really care....whether its by the littlest things they do...to them its takes a whole lot of trust to care for someone...its risky cos it hurts when u trust n what u expect of a fren u dont get....
u r posting at 4.03 in the morning.get some sleep,dun think about issues like this when the time is such.cos i dun think u can b clear-minded.N u r all about wisdom and humanity isn't it,it's not wise to sadden urself further wif thoughts like dis!
You can fly after you die... while you're still alive, soar!
My dear sir Fikri, Why does thy heart feel so forlorn,What has caused thy nature to feel downcast,How does it hurt so,Thy pain will be taken away, When thee learns to let go,Fear not, for thee are not alone...
To All: Realise this, my fellow wisdom thinkers :> I am NOT about to kill myself. The post has something to do with the fact that I ran out of thoughts (or is it wisdom? Or both?), so I just put that up. It's an attempt at poetry, following on from Daniel's advice some posts back. C'est tout :>Don't worry...am not about to jump off any buildings just yet :>And judging from the reaction, I guess that me and poetry is like oil and water. Though which is the oil and which is the water is probably something worth thinking about...:>
whew.(wipe sweat frm forehead)total relief at d aforemention clarification!(On behalf of the fellow wisdom thinkers i shall say this)a poet & his poetry is probably like paint & water, instead of oil.inseparable once intermingle.
Post a Comment