The range of my life is considered so wide, unlimited but I hardly can feel it since all aspects of life of mine is limited by others’ interests. They have their circles, bubbles everywhere they are and their bubbles are pushing me backward, making me disabled…. Ruined in despair.
The range of my bubble is so little, resulting in inability to be free….
The range of my circle, of my interest, of my freedom, of my independence, of my free will, of my everything is so limited….
Do I see range or anger?
This is so tricky. My life is full of anger that makes me pressed and depressed amongst all limitations symbolizing physical ambiences.
Why am I so angry?
What makes me so furious?
Where have I been gaining this false victory?
Why am I so desperate? Begging to nothingness for nothing….
I see limited range because of my anger. The anger has created inflation to my bubble…. Just inflated, good – please don’t explode and leave me without place to wander…. I need my bubble, where I play and pray. Without bubble I can’t let my life go to the unlimited range….
The anger is roaring like a tiger in a cage, craving for the real jungle to survive.
Oye, Anger…. Please run, run, run…. Run unto to unlimited range, where you can roam and eat the prey, a real prey that you kill under Mother Nature’s nurture. Oye, Anger…. Leave me alone for a while, under the shadow of the vast imagination of your extract. Oye, Anger…. Go, go, go, bring me to the wilderness of life gist without bringing me out from my sanity. Oye, Anger never think of conquering me without telling me who you are. And, you are never what you are….
….. This anger in range….
Picture borrowed from http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2012/11/pictures/121105-best-space-pictures-220-mars-rover/#/space220-cosmic-bubble_60938_600x450.jpg
Yio Chu Kang Road – August 10, 2014 – 6:47pm