wonderboy

High above the mucky-muck, castle made of clouds, There sits Wonderboy, sitting oh so proudly. Not much to say when you're high above the mucky-muck. Yeah, yeah. Wonderboy, what is the secret of your power? Wonderboy, won't you take me far away from the mucky-muck man?

can i be wonderboy? life sometimes is really filled with mucky muck man and things that its just difficult. my post have really lamented life to the point of life's non-existence.

i wanna feel like wonderboy is that too much to ask? childish but sometimes we must. escaping from the mucky muck to make sure life will allow us to stand tall and proud. i am pressing on to do that so that i may not be affected. i have turned to become a little more freaky than before and it seems that it eats me up. i wrote two letters today which showed botht the demon and angel like character that was contained inside of me. i wanted badly to take revenge yet that vengeance was not mine to handle but Gods'.

i just need the silence to drown my heart out to really say that i will not be affected. life is still going to fast. i have dug certain graves and have prepared myself to lie in it in hope for the best of the others that my death might make grasses greener. i will decompose slowly to form nothing and eventually all that is left will be mere memories that will lose its meaning. we will forget how the strawberyy ice cream tasted so sweet in our mouths and vaguely remember the insignificant. life doesnt always go the way we want so live with it!

i will be wonder boy....