And It Rains

Currently playing:
"King of Pain" by The Police


Don't ask me how's my life?
I never had one ever since.
Do not even bother to ask if I'm okay.
"Life is perfect never better",
as I would always quote from Tracy Bonham's "Mother Mother".
Thanks the goddess who gave birth to your gods,
I can still handle my existence.
Fighting the "moments".

This year was like a long cruel summer.
There were bright joyful moments.
Tolerable pains.
Lightly-colored events.
Bearable problems.
Comic memories.
Chicken shit issues.
I was laughing all the time.
I don't even remember shedding a tear (except from watching touching reality show programs such as "Wish Ko Lang",
"Reunions",
"One Proud Mama",
etc.).
And to sum my life for the past 11 months.
It was a summer of fun,
a crazy and a nauseating face-off with the sun.
I was always happy.
My perspectives in (my so-called dragged) life has always been positive.
I was always the super-kalei-optimistic adopted son of a biotch.
But I got totally exhausted for being happy.
Terribly tired of being perky.
And got absolutely bored with contentment.
Now,
I just want to collapse due to severe heatstroke and wait until the big rain melt my heart that had turned into stone.
Yes,
I maybe full of life but I never lived.