"we're made for greater things"

nothing special of sort.
just have this weird feeling,
the peculiar need to write,
it could be nonsense,
well i'm not sure where my fingers are heading,
but i'll just have them dance and see what comes out of it.

my week's pretty routine recently,
clocking an average $8 an hour paycheck,
what i did was basically making phone calls over and over again.

albeit the lost of passion for the league,
i dwell soulless when i get back,
probably nothing much to look forward to, until my next escape.
life's okay, i guess?
my timeline is literally frozen.
frozen by routine,

sourcing for good place to eat,
to chill,
and i guess i managed to found one while scrolling through my weekly dosage of I-S Magazine.
district 10.
google it up.
i need a new place for drinks.



that thunder,
i wonder if you can hear it.

i'm just unusually motivated today,
i'm all hyped up.
i wanna do something
i wanna create something
i just want to get out of my life and to be born anew

i dont care whether is it the gypsy syndrome or what so ever
i never want to be an NPC
u know what i'm talking about,
everyone wants to be the one;

the guy who pulls the sword out of the rock
the girl who's feet fit the glass slippers
the guy who lift up thor's hammer
the girl who marries the beast who turns into the prince
the guy who score the last minute goal
the girl who light up the orchard runway
the boy who lives

whoever we want to be,
i believe, we could make it,
if we believes,

succumb and you will fall,
into the well of frogs,
who croak and never sees it all

Mantra of the Week
"we're made for greater things"