Excessive

I think too much. I think on the train; i think when i eat; i think when im with friends; i think even as i sleep. Sometimes i wish my brain would just shut up.

Shut up. Shut up. Shut. Up.

Too much thoughts, too little words.

Oxymorons of love and death

To love but lose your will
Is that love at all?
And surrender to be freed
Is it freedom at all?
Finally to die in order to live
Is that life anymore?

And then, epiphany.
New boundaries, new standards.
All demonstrated, tried and tested.
A reciprocated or an unrequited affection;
A strive for or a declination of perfection?

The baton has been passed.
In the spotlight i stand and bask.

And so, death to me.

And yet we are all fools

Pride is for fools
who create imaginary thrones
thinking they can rule forever

How do we humble ourselves
when we are kings of the world,
queens of the earth,
the titles that we have been bestowed upon
but lost ourselves in?

We are not higher than you
but our eyes are blinded
our minds, thwarted
our hearts, deluded
our souls, distanced

Guide us, herd of lost sheep
to where we rightfully belong
to be with our shepherd
our friend, our master
and throw away our Pride

For haven't we learn the lesson?
O Bright Morning Star who fell
for Pride is for fools
who create imaginary throne
thinking they can rule forever

Wrote the poem like 2 months ago. I was feeling very sad and frustrated. Guess i can be a little poetic when im emotional huh? Haha. Another day of filming tomorrow. Can't wait. Hope everything turns out well.

Maybe, Maybe

Maybe, everyone is not as strong as they appear to be.
Maybe, everyone is going through the same thing deep down.
Maybe, nobody understands anybody.
Maybe, nobody understands me.
Maybe, somebody understands somebody.
Maybe, somebody understands me.
Maybe, everybody understands everybody.

Is the word "everybody" starting to look weird or is it just me?
 Maybe its just me.