Regret

I regret the time,
when i hear the church bells chime,
feeling unmoved
renouncing that which I claimed I loved.

I regret the time,
when i cannot rid myself of the grime,
that cover the streets of city road
and over my ungrateful heart a burden load.

I regret the time,
when ignorance was a constant pastime,
when i took all for granted hitherto,
like the light of the morning I cannot return to.

6 April 2006

Woke up at 11 today from sleeping from 7. Really bad, i've been sleeping from late afternoon till the next day, and when i've moved myself enough to wake up, my mom pesters me to sleep. Cant she understand that it's a priviledge to be able to stay awake, when i've been asleep the whole damned evening? Sheesh, i think no one in my house understands me, and what i do.

Ya, i'll probably pay for this tomorrow, but at least it's better than not doing work cause i'm sleeping rite?

The phrase 'I am drifting alone' suddenly popped into my head. It's from Swan i think, and isn't it romantic? The notion of drifting is so serene, and totally at odds with how i'm feeling right now, which is crappy.

Just watched Robin today- argh, missed it due to my cursed lethargy yesterday. The witch named Aki apparently had an identical twin sister, who shared the same power of fire as robin, and used astral projection to scare the perpetraters of her sister's death to their literal graves. The idea that witches are commiting crimes just to survive is taking root in robin, that i can see- will she be similarly hunted down in the same circunstances? Perhaps she feels particularly for this pair of twin witches, for they share the same gifts and are females, so it's the empathy thing at work too.

The notion of survival, how far does it go? To say that you kill for self-defense- how far can that stretch, or not at all? Do you have the right to do so, or should you remain passive, like Jesus turning his other cheek when He was slapped? Do you have any right to retaliate, when it is just a twisted, or even perhaps righteous desire to avenge yourself? Even to the extreme of death- should we be condemned for the desire to live, when it is at the expanse of another life? What is right, and what is wrong?