Thinking, Hunger. Waiting.

Sometimes i really wonder... What should i think? Is there a right way of thinking? I'm really confused sometimes, like what am i to do? Sometimes it feels wrong to think a certain way, but yet that's the way it is, that's the sad truth. Sometimes we try to be optimistic, but that doesn't really work out either. Sometimes we dream, but that's also wrong.

Sometimes there's this hunger chewing up inside you. What kind of hunger? There is no answer. It's just gets worse and worse. Maybe til there's is nothing left. Or is it not hunger? Something larger than that? Or something from outside, just impacting you so much, you feel it's like you?

When the world stomps on you and leaves... what are you to do? Rebuild your world? Run after it? Stay to cry and die? Wait for a miracle? There is nothing that is not painful.Just how much we can bear before we give up, or get crushed. We wouldn't know til it happens... or til it's all too late.