Blogs In Idleness

I have committed a dire sin today and Peter won't shut up. I have challenged my mind way too hard and in a matter of moments, regrets were made. Peter taunted and scolded me but I made sure I didn't go too far. A human's desires are a fickle thing. I already know that well, Peter. I believe that impertinence is a bittersweet thing. I, myself, won't deny that I thirst for stupid things, that I lose myself in dreaming. Man is a complicated yet simple creature. He could be ruled by his instincts, by other men or by his consciousness. If ask who rules my life, I would say nothing because I don't know. Man doesn't know his ruler for they just follow. I carry guilt in my hands for every sin I have committed and never go to sleep without saying hello to past mistakes. I know nothing about this world but my own vision for man is selfish. I see nothing but myself walking on the rocky ground. Despite knowing that bliss will soon wilt, I stubbornly refuse to give up be...

This blog may not be detected. This blog may not even be seen by no one but my own eyes. Nevertheless; I stare at this white empty space, waiting for the endless flow of words.  Rest in peace, Kenko. I address this blog to a certain fantasy amongst fantasies. I have names for said fantasy; albeit, I prefer to strut random callings and forget them by the next day for the fantasy is uncertain. Much like how Master Oogway talks about the uncertainty of the future, I am living in the present to talk to Peter until cutting off our ties until the next time I remember him. Peter was conjured many years ago in different shapes and sizes until resting in the final form as a voice inside my head. The said voice is my own voice; Thinking up distortions is too tiring and engaging in such a trivial manner for just a fantasy is madness. I have taken a great liking to the great monk Kenko's work. They're meaningful and opens your eyes without boring you despite being snippets of a ...