you know, somethings never changed. it is almost like ive always been enclosed in this empty space, looking outside through the glass wall. and bewilderingly enough, everything laid outside seemed to be my life, bits and pieces of my life. and if so, then why was i inside this glass container?

the past few weeks, i had busied myself with tasks and assignments and whatever else that i needed to attend to. but if i was to be truthful, most of the time my mind was flying, wandering aimlessly outside, to the world beyond the glass wall. the familiar world that looked a whole lot different from the view i saw through the rose-tinted glass. i wondered how it was that so. has it always been like that? has it only been my imagination all these while censoring all the bad vibes and drowning the reality in self-imposed sweet dreams? the realization scared my little wandering mind a lot that it flew straight back to inside the glass container.

the glass container seemed to be the home right now. maybe a stone throw or two, the world outside would be mine again. or maybe not. this mind just loves dreaming - her misguided interpretation of the word 'optimistic'. hah. but just how optimistic is it when it is not perched on the arm of reality? or maybe thats just what this really is. a dream. that might not necessarily comes true. sounds pessimistic enough? hrm. a disturbing thought. and i wondered if he still saw me through this thick glass wall? or whether i had really vanished from his world. or was it banished? Hrm. another disturbing thought. could never seemed to get hold of him the emo_robot these days. maybe it is for the best. i just needed to persuade my somewhat stubborn flighty mind to keep on chanting this mantra "this is for the best" over and over again from inside this glass house.

one day ill paint this glass house pink and have big sturdy trees planted in every corner.