Aren't you a little short for a stormtrooper?

Salamat at paalam

I’m not really one for good byes. 
So..
See you later, I’ve learnt a lot.
All the thoughts I’ve spilled, spewed and shared.
It’s been a hell of a ride.
Time to drive faster, forward. 
I’ve no speed limit. 

Slow down you crazy child
Take the phone off the hook and disappear for a while
It’s alright you can afford to lose a day or two

Sighs amongst the smiles, or the other way around

Hm, 
I’m not sure if it’s bad luck
or I’m just careless.
Wasting time is so gross.
Oh you silly child. Next time, I should be some sort of super organized walking filing cabinet. I wouldn’t lose things, I wouldn’t misplace them.
I’d have boxes, and boxes in boxes.
Alright, that won’t happen. Still, right now I could cut my knee caps and throw it in the blender. Just so I could waste more time. I wonder much time I actually waste. Not those, ‘wasting time because I’m having fun’ type scenarios. Those, ‘because I’m stupid and I have to re-do every thing because I’m stupid’ stupid scenarios.
Man, I need change in that area. Most people are careful as a result of learning from other’s mistakes. Sort of like Australia’s skewed perception on terrorism in the country. And the thing is, I’m situated in war zone, and keep coming out with tea.
Silly, silly me.
I deem this day one where I hopefully pull some fruits out of a dead tree.  

Clearly not my thing. 
Cheers to extremes
shots to hibernation
reminds me that it’s better to be lost and awake
than sitting pretty in a dream.  

The wheels on the bus

Walking down a dark bus aisle with a spotlight on me. Very uncomfortable as I feel them follow my movement. I hear whispers from my past, screams from my future. The present is trying to converse with me. I’m not used to talking to it, so I’m a little anxious. We can get along fairly well. But it’s one of those exclusive multivocal friendships induced by mixed signals. It tells me that the screams from the future are cheers, not flagitiuos yelling. Maybe the past are whispers, because they’re not meant to be heard too clearly. If I tried, I can get over the soft humming. They are nothing more than a tickle to my ears. The future is very intimidating, and it seems uninterested in me. I can’t make these conclusions though, because I’m caught up on the bus engine roaring. I need to improve my listening skills. 

If I just listened to the present, I know the future will be okay. 

With my earphones off

My cheeks are ready for reality to slap me. I’ve been somewhat lackadaisical with a tinge of irritation. It’s as if someone threw a pen at me, and asked me to draw a map on my skin. It tickles, I noticed. In around ten days, the ink runs out. You’d think I’d draw as much as I can- yet I feel like I’m still learning how to hold a pen. 
And the moment I feel like have my grid lines sorted, landmarks outlined, I realize I’m using the other end of the pen. 
I’m skipping past bullets, leaping over toxic puddles.
I may, or may not fall on my face.
I suppose I reached no conclusion. Put the new underwear back in the drawer until you’re finished wetting this one.