No point waiting le~~ the entire shelf has been discarded long ago, with all the broken toys
It's Saturday nite... or should I say Sunday morning? Whatever the case, some thoughts just spammed into my mind, non-stop...
Sometimes, the truth is lying directly right in front of you, but due to some ego-istic behavior of a dumb human nature self, you just DO NOT wanna acknowledge it. Trying very hard to find excuses so that u can lie to urself, find reasons so that u can justify to urself, try extremely hard to believe that miracles do happens in this world (Well, it doesn't !).
It is just like a little kid who believes that Santa Claus exist and if he writes to him and be well-behaved for a year, his Christmas wish will come true. It's just a load of crap... It's bullshit... Nonsense...
Been 2 xmas and yet this dumb kid still trying very hard to believe that this "santa claus" exist and he will arrive on Christmas morning, place the gift in the sock that he had specially hang up and eat his cookies & milk. Hiding under his blanket, trying not to peek yet listen deep into the darkness for a voice that he believed would come. But, what he hears is only the solitary voice of darkness, the tranquility of silence...
Should he wait again for another year, "maybe this time he will come", thinks the boy when dawn breaks... The instinct of an obsessed gambling addict, who unconsciously believes that he will win the next round, begin to corrupt mind of the boy.
Still refusing to believe the truth in front of him, he escapes from reality, he runs deep into his subconscious mind and places all his hopes in his dream realm.
But deep down inside, he already got the answer. There is nothing in the world that those two little hands can do to make it happen. His faith trembled~ His hopes dashed~ his dreams crushed~ his wishes shattered like broken glass, into many tiny pieces, never to be put together again...
Tears could not stop flowing down from the tiny red, swollen eyes onto his little rosy cheek, he cried and cried. But no matter how much tears he shed, he can never mend the damaged done on his broken little heart. The truth was too much for him to bear...
Shall he continue to live in his dream realm where imagination could fulfill all his wishes.... or wake up from the nightmare and face the impeding darkness that looms onto him....
Well, guess it's about time that this dumb kid wakes up his bloody idea and move on... Santa dun exist... And he never will...
If the road is too long and tough to survive on your own, look left and right... U'll have many great frens who will be there to support you.
So.... STOP DWELLING on the past... Time to move on...
Some things were NEVER meant to be in the first place...
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