It is within rather trying circumstances right now that I revive my blog. What are these trying times of which I speak? It is the same story. And the same questions that I ask:
Why has Confucius done this?
Why have the Chinese been humiliated so much in the last 2 centuries?
Why are we poor?
Why do we have to be materialistic?
Why must we practice sino-fascist values and eternally condemn the practices and culture of our Western co-worlders?
I've made crazy, conspiracy-theorist-type theories with regards to my own father. Listed above were my questions on the theories for thing happening as such. It's wierd, but yes. Somehow there is a connection...
Between the fall of a great empire and the raging wrath of a parent who sends his immediate family members quailing in utter fear. Whose spouse is but excrement from the open toilet - as only according to him.
In the dark hall where my father's eyes have gone complacent;
I am alone with my thoughts and posts...
Silently I curse myself:
"You sad, lonely idiot. Why couldn't DNA be on your side?"
I fear this yet most out of all my fears -
I don't want to be like you.
I don't want to hurt the people close to me.
I just want a simple life.
No sinofascism. No spouse-hurting. (If there is even to be one.)
No death, no destruction. No war.
No nuke-happy fingers on big red buttons.
Let me escape - from myself. From you.
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