overflow.

We hope for the best but sometimes we know there is no use. We are nothing but just wishes that won't happen. We don't exist yet because if we did, we'd feel alive. Are these thoughts constructive? No. Are they cohesive? No. Do they hold grudges? Yes...

Are we not allowed to feel? To associate those feelings with moments we spend so idle? Are we supposed to be transparent? That isn't right. How can it be? How can something so destructive... be not?

See, we're all the same. We lie to ourselves and pretend everything is okay. We continue living like this and we think it will be okay at the end. We think we have no choice so we are forced to behave this way. Forced by someone in particular? No. Forced by society? Not really. We're forced by impulse. We think it's the way to be because that is the only way to survive and make it at the end. It isn't true, but who is there to tell us this? Everyone else is blindly following the same path.

Overtime, we become conditioned to live like this... all while our tensions escalate. All while the bold truth that this is all wrong builds up inside us. It builds up rather slow and at one point, it erupts. It explodes. It cannot be saved. It cannot be recovered or healed. It cannot be patched up. All it can do is just overflow and destroy anything that gets in the path. It takes the form of anger and sadness and disappointment and loneliness. It destroys everything that surrounds it all while taking every bits of you right into its core. It melts your dreams. Your ambitions. Your smile and your life.

What is this entry? It has started. I've just begun to overflow.