zero

victory is always sweet
but some battles are not mine to fight...
if he does he does if he don't...
then maybe am not worth that stretch.
besides my soul is dead
i'd rather go down alone...
but this time, i will take no collaterals
keepin eyes on tha stars &
feet forever on tha ground...
for i always know my place...

that farce about free-fallin`....

Ok so I lied.
In one of my previous blogs I boldly advocated free-fallin into elysium.
Technically it is neither a fib nor even is it a white lie.
Was tryinna wholeheartedly indulge in practicin' what is preached (not necessarily by thyself).
To move on, one must entirely let go of tha past.
Absolutely and without question, I do not dispute that at all.
But free-falling is an entirely different ball game.
For tha very simple reason that I simply detest tha idea of being fakeassfuck;
as of now, I am repealing my previous "championing of free-falling".
Yeah that post was a very feeble attempt at a very 'risque' front ain't it?
But truth is, i'm not rejecting that wondrous idea of "free-fallin'"
It is without a doubt a very lucrative proposition...
Cos really, how many of us would wanna fall at all?
Given tha choice nobody wanna hurt much less scar.
I began to realise that tha issue in question should not be so much about risk aversion.
More like, what is our risk apetite?
What can we stomach and what can we not?
Cloud nine seems within reach sometimes but other times I'd rather spit at tha sky.
Then tha futility of it all just numbs everything...
So half truths linger..what this, that, her-then-him and what nots?
Do we really need absolution?
Leave me alone fate, I really dun like leaving things to you...cos in my eyes, you are really tha devil's spawn.
You pretend to be destiny but what you really want is for us mortals to rest on our laurels.
To be submerged in a state of null.
To forget that nothing lasts forever…and god forbid should I last that long...
Cos im growin weary of this world.
Toyin with despondency but never really meaning it.
I'm not even gonna whine abt how we can't seem to even afford one day of glumness.
As that will inevitably result in being labelled a sourpuss.
Ironically, it does'nt even matter if you're one fucken Mary Poppins for tha rest of tha 364 days.
So I'm choking on positivity…
If what it takes is to swallow that bittersweet lump that clogs tha throat…(err, *sounds liek spit ayye? lol*)
Then, really…so be it.
I have nothing to lose...
but when I do have something to lose…
trust me, I will not be tha only one.
and that's not even a threat....
it's a bloody undertaking... ;P

*can U handle our steez? *