and here lies, another child, another creature of god.
here lies the deceased. Eyes forever shut. Slumbering with Peace.
born into this world. without a clue of how it can really be.
pale skin, an even paler sense of reality.
A life of imagination starts here.
Daydreaming since 1993.
He would ask his mother. Why was he born without wings.
She couldn't answer.
He would say.
I belong among the clouds. Not here.
(he was obsessed about extraterrestrial beings)
He was a son. A brother. A friend to himself.
he was also getting older.
already branded the title 'failure'
He wasn't the most responsible son.
(he was the 'slow' one)
And so he begins his search.
for the family he never had.
Among strangers. Among friends.
His plans coming to shape day by day.
(he was always this weird)
But disappointment came first. As always.
again he tried, again he failed.
failing is now a part of him.
These are the factors that shapes him to what he was.
(he gets all the 'bad' genes)
He grew bitter overtime.
Friend by friend.
Lover by lover.
Enemies by enemies.
(he prefers being sour actually)
His hard exterior blinded people from his soft interior.
starting a relationship with insults rather than kind words.
and thus people treat him terribly.
trying to break that hard shell and expose all the weaknesses within.
(he likes shrimps)
A lover of everything different.
he does things his own way.
not caring what happens.
not caring what people think.
(he does care alot about being short!)
Though Born with a bad right eye.
he was an observer.
This became a past-time favorite.
now with a camera in hand, the world IS his art.
(he cant even hold the camera without shaking.)
Eventhough he was not physically strong.
he has a strong heart.
he holds firmly onto what he believes in.
Using his sharp mouth as a main weapon.
(he hates his braces)
Never ceasing to ambush his mates with annoying jokes.
they say you are what you choose to be.
he prefers, you are what you eat.
Hah.
(he still thinks its funny)
One day, what happens to be an investigation act.
he met new strangers.
they became friends.
they didn't understand him, but they tolerated him.
(he was part of the CSI craze at that time)
Soon he was part of an African tribe.
close enough, he thought.
this could be what he was always searching for.
mistake number 568890.
(he lost count a long time ago)
So happy yet so angry.
He is always determined.
to make every second of his and his friend's life an epic adventure.
he was always an adventurer.
(Introduce him to a lil kitten, he'd run)
However, things always gets ugly.
he knew.
one wrong choice.
he always knew.
(add math, he dint knew too much)
He cant change who he is.
there were no words, there were ALWAYS no words.
he spoke with his watery eyes.
the deal is done.
(a part of him died there in smtg)
Dear new friends.
this is haziq.
this is the haziq you would've known.
this is the haziq that was never given any chance.
Fuck you.
spirit and soul blessed.
may he forever rest in peace.
