Kamna's Blog

Incessantly obsessive to the point of no return And tortured by the figments of my own imagination Endless nightmares of slender pointed points that are pointy Of pencils that reverently glide on smoothly on every surface my consciousness can dream about And circles in my brain Round and round Circles so perfectly large Encompassing all that I know So gently and at the same time so haphazardly strewn about I just want it to stop Constantly restless in pursuit of all things unreachable And so all the more alluring to my greedy mind So obsessed So consumed with the littlest of details Fed up myself of my running around Trying to escape from the scary side that I can't deny I have inside I just want closure Want to be clear And in control And tame this wild crazy mind of mine Realising all my flaws altogether I get one whiff of attention And I'm consumed by it Driven solely by it Seriously wrong is something with me I need to relax my brain And learn to b

If you rest, you rust. Your conscience is the measure of the honesty of your selfishness. The truth you speak has no past and no future. It is, and that's all it needs to be. When life gives you lemonade, make lemons. Life will be all like ''Whaaat!'' Let ME become what I am, and then YOU and ME can consider becoming WE. If it's important, you'll find a way. If it's not, you'll find an excuse. Having been fucked is no excuse for being fucked up. The WHYs are for the wanderers and the HOWs are for the wonderers. All that you want and can be is all that you already are. Problem is an overprotective father of his shy but frustrated daughter Solution who eventually breaks free from his clutches. When you've come you've also gone from the place you've come from. Force yourself to get what you like or else you'll be forced to like what you get. Better prevent and prepare than repent and repair. The only real mistak

My wife I Love my wifi In the middle of Shanghai Where the birds they fly so very high And there I sit and sigh For my life seems to pass me by In times like these all I want to do sit wail and cry My life now seems dull and dry Once in a blue moon dear wife do you even utter a hi And I miss you so much, oh my But you just think I'm content with the wifi But my dear there's more to hear I won't lie Even though you may not know the root of pi I still love you I sometimes wonder why But you are walking away, just breezing by I can't stand it, yet again I cry And so I shall willingly my brain in deep oil fry And hope to slowly, painfully die For to dream again of us together is too hard to even try