Insatiable creatures, we are.

Sometimes Life do strikes me with alot of thoughts.
And often many people who like thinking do tell me that WE shared the same philosophy.
I wondered how many of those people actually really feels connected with my realm of thoughts?

Often I think that life is so typical, so boring.
I badly wish that I am one of those that can make a difference.
I am so 'fraid to fall into those lives that I can finished talking about it in a minute.

Many are rich.
Many are poor.
And many are stuck in the middle.

Few are beautiful.
Many are made beautiful with the aid of make up.
Still there are many are plain.
Some are just not beautiful.

Very few are secure and happy all the time.
A whole lot just pretend to be that.
Many purposely revealed their vulnerability,hoping to seek attention.
Some hid so well and then they cried at night.


In love.
Outta love.
You say you will miss me.
You say that you wont love another.
Bye bye.
The once joined worlds are different stories now.

Happy.
Sad.
Angry.
Jealous.
Moody.
Estatic.

Hungry.
Full.

Grandma.
Grandpa.
Mum.
Dad.
Bro.
Sis.
Girlfriend.
Boyfriend.
Buddies.
Friends.
Colleagues.
Acquaintance
Strangers.
Pets.
Strays.
Enemies.
Nonchalent.

Hi and Bye.
Good morning and good night.

Life's a story and it is almost all the same now.

I want a different line.
Then how different can I be?

And to sum these up, I dunno what am I talking about.

And I'm thirsty again.