U2 inspired

sometimes you can't make it on your own...

LSS.. tough. you think you've got the stuff?

i've been wondering if people around my cube has been pestered with my "singing" voice. hehehe. when you're at your headphones, you can barely hear anything from the background and feel like you're all by yourself, having the entire floor as your studio to sing at the top of your lungs. hehehe. well, i've been asking my ever reliable neighbor if he hears me. i am not sure if he's just too busy with work that everything else passes out and as if he builds his own little world in his territorial cube. or maybe, he's just too kind -- enough not to embarass me if he said that he's been hearing creaking or croaking voice once in a while.

i've been a huge fan of bono (well U2 for that matter) ever since time immemorial. well, exagg. hehe. but really, their songs speak far from just a simple emotion. feelings. more of joy than happiness. more of grief than sadness. more of high than just plain excitement. of course, the realization just came kicking in just then.. when i got the bang in the head that -- oh, i know how to read between the lines now.

last song syndrome. sometimes you can't make it on your own. every so often, we project a facade -- of indelible strength, of sheer apathy/indifference, or of perceived happiness. we put up a front to cover up a flaw. however, in time, the wall that we built for shield will start crumbling down and peeking into the crack where the true facet lies. then, we catch ourselves staring blankly, as if the crime we have committed has been disclosed. there's no turning back. we're screwed.

and now we do not have anything else left to do.. not to be on our defenses, but rather be admitting of the crime. that we are fully incapable of testifying for our pretenses. there's no escape. everything has been divulged. the prisoners of feign are awaiting their mates.

why do we put up such a deceiving front? well in fact, we know that in time, that front will just break, as rocks crumble as they are weathered in time. then we just find ourselves pathetically unguarded. unshielded. out of defenses. most of all.. guilty.

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