Assorted Emotions

It's not just turning pages, It's casting away one emotion and choosing another one. It's like finding an old friend on some days, and the feeling of making a new one on some. It's a trip around this beautiful planet of ours one day, and the next it's a quest to find another sun. "Oh, that's just like me" are my favourite kind of days too, and the ones where I am nowhere to be seen. There are days that start out bright and sunny, and transform then into the greyest of greys. But hey, it's ok, there's another day, another book, another place I've not yet been. There's mirth and laughter, and childish abandon. There are secrets and lies, honest intentions and dishonest actions too. There's being an adult, with all the hype that comes with it There's finding love, losing it, and all the hope and despair which is deeper than the ocean's blue. It's the path not taken, it's a well worn roa...

I slept with a broken heart. And I woke up with a body. A windowless room, a never ending road A night darker than the Devil's mind. I slept with a broken heart, And found myself alone. A world of billions, a million within my reach And yet I walk alone. I slept with a broken heart, And thoughts flew by like leaves in autumn. Memories rose and faded like waves, Till all there was, was a tranquil bottom. I woke up without any feeling, I walked without a purpose. I woke up with a broken heart. I slept with no dreams ever again.

Into the blue of my oblivion, The stars are fiery red. The sun beats down burning up the earth, The living are already dead. Into the blue of my oblivion, I have just shadows around. There's a cacophony, a ruckus, But if you listen, there's no sound. Into the blue of my oblivion, I look towards the heavens And grey skies is all i see. The scenery feel like it won't change, For another eternity. So I lock up my blue, and toss the keys away. But when I raise my head up Everything's turned blue, much to my dismay. And so the blue of my oblivion, seems like it's here to stay.

You had my heart. And every rule I was not willing to bend for others I broke for you. It wasn't a fairytale But true love with all its ups and downs. And then one day you said it doesn't seem right anymore, Maybe you stopped loving me but I was too far ahead to know. And I kept clinging on to the moments, replaying them in my head Smile at the funny ones, and the sad ones kept hurting me again. For far too long, I thought what you felt was temporary I wished, nay willed for you and me to be us again Everyone who knows thought wow, how amazing they've come this far together And I was the only one who didn't know when our paths diverged in twain.

I was searching for some additional information on a certain industry level certification that I wish to pursue, however the more I searched, the more I found that I'm not really sure if I want to put time and get this certification. I feel really envious of people who have their "shit" together...who've figured out what they want to do with their lives. I, for the life of me (pun intended) cannot find that thing...you know that thing that one loves, so one can say, if you love what you do, you never have to work a single day in your life, blah blah. I can't figure out that thing...I'm adept at most things I pick up. But do they excite me? Not really. I can go through the motions exceedingly well, giving the impression of someone who's really interested as well. But I'm not. And it's been driving me insane. I've got some 15 odd years of professional life left in me, unless I get a broken hip (which is more likely since I resemble a pot...