A picture

Rain

Rain's really pretty.

It makes everything look so sad though.

But the clouds were really pretty. Dull but pretty.

The leaves drooped like a willow. Willows are pretty.

Everything's pretty.

A rat

My dad caught another rat today.
He's gunna drown it.
I had this sudden image of having no oxygen - missing that sweet air.
I just want to open the cage and let it go but I can't

Rats are pests but they're living things.
What do I do..

Life for me is so paradoxical. It sucks.

Mandarin Tree

Sometimes I go outside just to look at my garden.
I haven't done that in a while but today I did.

The colour of our mandarin tree really captured me.
I miss Vietnam.

The feeling

When I am loved, there is this gap inside me that is filled.
It's a gap that can only be filled by love.
And I am always so afraid to have that gap again.

Doubt

There is nothing more dreadful than the habit of doubt. Doubt separates people. It is a poison that disintegrates friendships and breaks up pleasant relations. It is a thorn that irritates and hurts; it is a sword that kills.

Lots to say

There's a lot I wanna say, but I will not.

But it occurred to me that I had this lingering thought in my head and it goes: "Religion is a way of controlling people".

So I question, what if religion is a way of cotnrolling people? A way of preventing people from enjoying life. Words are artifical and by that I mean what is right and what is wrong is artificial.

So here's a question for the readers. What if religion was a plan made up by a demon (whom we presume to be this mighty being)? And this "afterlife" we know is a place where our souls go, a place where we meet this demon whom would devour our soul.

Religion's real.. right? So what I say is real.. right?