I hate the stairs...

My head is filled with thoughts. Personal, family, work & friend issues. I kept thinking about the same issues over and over again since 2 days ago. I can't sleep. Even if i do, it isn't a good one. Only alcohol could put me to sleep well till the next morning. Thank you Darius for hearing me out.

For the past few days, i have no mood to do my work at all. Where has my passion gone to? I wasn't like this. Everyone wasn't like that. This "place" wasn't a stage. Now it's a chinese opera with characters wearing vibrant make up - kungfu-ing this "stage". I think i'm wearing make up too. Am I? Did i indirectly became a hypocrite too?

Sigh.

I'm now listening to Dan Craig- Further To Fall.
Beautifully written.


Further to Fall

walk out onto that old dark road
the one that used to bring you down
fall back onto the same old ways
but those were darker days you found

still you go
and it must be important to you
it must feel like nothing at all
when you're desperate for something to prove
you've just got a little further to fall

you're backslid up to the curbs again
where the words don't keep you warm
you hold tight onto a dead flashlight
don't you wish you knew what for

oh, still you go
and it must be important to you
it must feel like nothing at all
when you're desperate for something to prove
you've just got a little further to fall

but hold tight, and pray like you know
that we get stuck sometimes, but these wheels will roll
these wheels will roll
still you go, you go
and it must be important to you...


p/s: I really hate stairs. I fear the uneven steps, the ones with no fucking railing, the narrow width. WTF la. Stairs can kill.

Goodnight.