noise

im in a state of between wanting and refusing. of a forgotten dream or in search of a new one. some days when the world gets too much, the noise did not recede for days and i resided in a noisy state of chaos, caught up in the seemingly neverending mess. the pale world seems breaking at the seams and i desired for a new one. one where no one knows me nor even wishes to know me. it is true what they said, "nothing is ever enough, even if you satiate it, feed it, you will always be hungry for more." and now, i am hungry for more. life has been a little mundane and im in need of an exciting one. one that keeps me up, out and about. bobbing from one place to another. getting caught in where i set my sights on what i desperately seek. the longer i waited, the more impatient i've become. i felt time has slipped quietly by and im wasting more and more of it. but, patience is virtue and im bidding my time. for time is on my tide and it is time to hold on tight to it now. fool is ...

a quiet life of just spending my days far away from the bustling city and the humans that reside within it. of days filled with waking up to chirping of birds and soft morning light. the early morning coffee brew while reading, just to catch the early rays of the sun. a little gardening in the early afternoon to make something for lunch and at the same time preparing for my evening solo camping. or if i feel like it, i'd head out to sea for some deep-sea fishing. then, get some late evening reading done or maybe some writing as well for the few readers i have. at night, ill go star-gazing and make notes about the constellations of stars that i see with my eyes.  of quiet life, far from humans whims and lies. i'm tired of it all. when the day comes, i'm wishing nothing but a quiet life in a glass house by the seaside. the serenity of being on my own without the fear of it being taken away. the security in solitude. oh, the peace it gives. having fun doing the things i do in ...