[brush]
This is the world he painted
This is the world he saw
He wept in pure sorrow
For nothing could be done at all
Someday, one day, he hope that the rest
Would seek the truth and pull through the test
The destiny and fate of Man lies in their hands
For he who paints the world sees the world
In sorrow, yet ever joyful...
[thyself]
~brush~
piscean 100391
hci, pei chun
4m'07
3m'06
2n'05
1n'04
6a'03
hci npcc
sergeant
ndp'06
utp'06
bsp camp'06
11th, 12th slc
icouncil '04 '05 ExCo'06
34th high school council
aspiring artist
[the loves]
family and friends
hci, council, slc
dashboard
claude monet - water lilies
vincent van gogh - starry starry nite
leonardo da vinci - the last supper
impressionists to post-impressionists
jay chou
2N - luv u guys
6A - we rock and u don't. go stone. xP
her
current mood: jumpy
[paintings]
the end
where is the love?
reflections
paradise
(Note: The above paintings/pictures that you see are copyrighted to brushofmight)
[hear me]
Sunday, April 08, 2007
hello. it's me.
Been wondering why do I feel so empty these few days. Not feeling down or anything but just feeling... nothing. Maybe I'm lost, maybe I need a new direction. SSSD again, same shit different day, and every single day of my life is all about work, work and more work. I'm just so sick of everything till I'm kind of emotionless and unfeeling towards everything that's happening. Maybe that's the reason why I'm feeling so empty too. Every day's the same cycle, the same old things that we face. Everything is getting boring, and I need some new inspiration, something to look forward too, like a light at the end of the tunnel as people always say. And more importantly for me, something to hope for, and of course to fight for. It's strangely unnatural for me to be in such an emotionless state. I am, without doubt, confused.
The previous posting talked about essence and existence. I still stand by my point that essence comes before existence, but I would really wanna know what is this purpose of mine, to justify my own existence. Will I ever know the answer?
I shall find myself a new direction, no matter what.
brushofmight
A heart turned stony, devoid of emotions. Crumbling into bits and pieces.
