Just finished speaking to a good pal, a childhood friend. Can’t say I feel much better after the conversation. Still after it all, at least I know I I’m not alone nor do I feel lonely anymore. The reason for this chirpy mood is that after 5+ years of tertiary education I feel like an accomplished professional idiot. I’ve achieved a great sum of nothingness, and I wonder should that matter. I’m a direction-less compass, spinning giddily, an insane pirouette.
Perhaps looking back at this post later down the track I will rue the inaccuracy and futile despondency flavoring this post. Then again should anyone regret the tread of footprints they lay down? Without that set no matter how seemingly wrong, they would not exist in that particular point in space and time. Alright, enough bull-crap…
I probably cannot say how much I appreciate knowing Bird-boy and Co. (Trying to elucidate [phwoooar, powderful vocab sial...] would cheapen it). They give a sense of gravity in a senseless world; like bubbles in a disorienting underwater cavern. Together with my family, they hold my self-worth.
Baby-blue chords dream past
Eyelids of angel’s orbs
The warm womb not to wake
Hui Chyuan
