five: noise.

the dead eyes. the soulless walk. the meaningless talk. who exactly are we trying to impress? who, in fact, is in control of your tiny little world? we dress expensively. from head to toe, from touch to smell. we want the best. we work so hard. all for what? to get a job, to earn a living, to live a dream?

what are, our true purposes?

we walk anyways. everything around seems highly intelligent, beautiful, extraordinary--artificial. organized and planned to the microscopic details. this is what i see of this nation.

but creativity tries to burst forth. you allow it, but do not fully support it.we stand in a complete blur, waiting for our reward, our applause, our form of appreciation. we put life into your soldiers of precision and technicality. we, recklessly--yet still with a fair amount of accuracy and wisdom--force you to look. to hear. to listen. to think.

we run wild. we break rules, stereotypes and conservative ideas. we stop being dead.

we are alive.

so um, i wrote this just this afternoon when i felt pretty pent-up with emotions somehow (i blame hormones and i also thank them sometimes). i know it's messy and unorganized, but it's all inspired by Singapore. i attended an art thing yesterday night and it was great, so this is what sort of came out of it.