Smell The Coffee

Hibernation is over.

 I am officially sick of staying home,

I finally had the guts to end my strike.

Creative strike.

Still unexplained.

Despite the mockery of my new-found obsession

with things that is making the world

more and more fucked up everyday,

I am now awake. 

So awake the I want to punch my chismosa neighbor.

If there is one thing that is a good thing about not working

for 2 weeks. It's time for my thoughts.

I have done small tattoos within those weeks

and none are saying that it's "me".

All of them. I am just a copying machine. 

And so I dodged more tattoos.

Maybe I am just mad.

At the world, I guess. 

The killings in Sabah and people

who acts like they know so much that

they are certain that war is the answer.

Idiots.

And that's not even it. Among other things, lies.

Lies that are still prevalent now despite the consequences

of their deceptions.

Selfishness. Lust. More lies and eyes.

 People who still think that I am THAT stupid not to find out.

I have never felt more relieved that I was able

to make it out alive before I was insane.

Pat on the back for turning my back.

I never really cared about the unsolicited facts.

It is midnight and it will eventually turn into Monday.

Back to needles and inks and inhospitable environment.

In a while, I have some clearing of mind to do.

Tata!