Lace, 18. This blog is mostly about me, therefore, not really a place for reblogged stuff (although I do from time to time) neither are my stuff all reblog-friendy. :) Into Hip Hop, Rap, RnB, Pop, Rock. Mainly mainstream. Loves writing, reading books, editing photos, making AVPs, creating artistic stuff, talking, going out w/ friends. Can tolerate serious studying :)), lots of physical pain, being locked up in bedroom whole day, and skipping 3 consecutive major meals. :)) Follow me if you want, i always follow back :D
Hello FX. You who is neither a jeep (because you are not bound by routes) nor a taxi (because your meter is irrelevant). The way you operate is supposed to be illegal & yet you have been around for over 15 years now, working in plain sight. Good job government!
Some people act peculiarly nice and have the knacks of hiding the motive of their actions, because in that way it will be easy for them to tie you around their fingers. In hopes to understand them, you end up anticipating what they’re going to do next to search for clues. And it becomes a cycle, but still you will be left devoid of answers. I say be cautious. These people know their cards well, and they play them not because they want to own the prize. Similarly, they do not play the Chase Game so they could win you. These people play the Chase Game for you to end up chasing back, and that’s where they get pleasure from.
Because a 19 year-old someone I know was taken by cancer, I had to write something for him.
Death, in its purest form, is the end of an existence. Yet, neither can it be considered opposite to life, but is a phase of life, a conclusion to life, the last segment of the process called life, as it is an epilogue of a novel—still a part of the story, only, the very last part. Yes, yes, those who still live are crafting their individual, unique saga every second of time, but no one had ever fled from the responsibility of writing an epilogue to their tale. Though sometimes, there will be something else that will grab our quill and parchment away from our grasp, some inexplicably faceless identities that could change the course of our own story to unpleasant, distant shores…
Life is one of the most natural phenomenon the world ever have, and so as death. But what is death that could be analogous to tragedy? Is it a natural occurrence still? What is death that instead of being the final twist of one’s story becomes the abrupt lack of a story to tell? What is life that has been unnaturally crumbled down by odd entities floating in the air until it became specks of dusts in the wind? What is life corroded by an illness until there is hardly any remnants of life left to a young creature who is still gasping the last breaths of life? Just when he could have crafted soundly the epilogue to his beautiful story, why would there be a celestial intervention that will unjustly shatter his story—that has yet to reach its climax—to unmendable shards?
Questions. Unanswered questions. Life mysteries. Unsolved mysteries. Answers. Can someone give me the answer?