The dancer

I was watching michael jackson at youtube, all that moon dancing, all that moves are nothing but a mask. The mask he created to cover up the misery, i always admire him how he slide into the floor like a sci-fi movie, how he smile at the crowd after each song, but this post is not about michael jackson actually, this is about the dancer in everyone of us. For those who keep on dancing no matter what life throws at them, i have a friend whom i can say is a great dancer, i've seen they're life crumbles infront of my eyes, a continous flow blow by blow, a never ending shipment of misery yet there she was.... standing there, dancing to the beat. Life sometimes play tunes, some pleasing to the ear, some are not. When life plays a tune all we have to do is dance... everyone is a dancer...

thought for the day

everything is useless until you find something usefull to do with it...

UNINVITED

I was standing in that corner, headlights infront of me.. everone can see me except her, numbness is her specialty, her perfect weapon, her forcefield so powerful. a thousand smile wont mean a thing to her, a thousand misery wont scratch her soul, she's invincible... INVINCIBLE!



how i'd wish i have your powers....... and know how it feels to become soulless....