Frog

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Untouched by The Veronicas



It is always there. Never going away. You get used to it. You tell yourself that everything will be alright tomorrow. It never is. But you get used to it, so it feels the same. Like a frog in slowly boiling water. Doomed. Without the benefit of an open pot in the first place. Its covered. There's no way out. Save death. Death is a solution, a resolution. It is an option. It is the conclusion which everything leads towards. Be it the long way, or the short way, it is still the path to death.



What is in death? No one really knows for sure. Some say its Hell, Heaven and Purgatory. Some say its nothingness. Some say we are reincarnated onto this world again. Some say its fields of cotton candy and roses. I hope its chocolate. Too much cotton candy makes me want to puke. And roses? Well, not exactly my favourite flower. Haha. No, just because he like roses does not mean I like them too. Just because roses are the symbol of love, yadda yadda yadda, does not mean I have to like them. I agree its useful as a symbol, but my personal preference? Not telling.



I wonder, when will it all end for me? In this world, we always try to exert our will. We try to make it such that we can determine and guess at the future. We don't like uncertainty, but too much of security bores us. I wouldn't say I am paranoid. Nor can you describe me as doubtful. it seems I am so average that I'm a rarity. I have no true strength, nor a true weakness. Nothing surprises me for long, and I don't get bored easily either. Its as if I lack what the modern world would consider personality. I don't stand out, but I don't blend in perfectly either. Things would be so much easier if I was clearly 'here' or 'there'. The worst part? It affects me, but not enough for me to want to really do anything about it. Talk about being a boring person.




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