lost manuscript

i found some of my manuscripts way back from 2002-2003, this is one of them.
i wrote this during my "dark days." days of confusion and bewilderment. days when i was still discovering the real me. days of recollection and reflection. it really helped me a lot by releasing all my collected angst. also, it signified a start of a new journey in my life.
it might seem a bit off and crazy, but this is how i felt during those days.yeah, kooky and crazy. hehe.

the chain of ideas liberate me.

i've just realized that, everything is bullshit and we just got to live by it, whether we like it or not.

PART 1:
CONFESSIONS OF A BAFFLED HUMAN

soloista silencio

here i am, sitting in a dark room, feeling the quaint ambiance given off by this box like structure. i can't think straight, my mind is perplexed, then disrupted. ideas rumble, fastly crossing through the tips of the nerves that filled my brain - dyslexia. stared - breathed. enter

madonna's song "ray of light":

zephyr in the sky i wonder
do my tears of mourning...

i was then brought to this imaginable place. feeling ecstatic, i wanted to move my body and follow this powerful euphoria sent by the song. beats, beats, beats. i hear beats rythmically patterned to compose a music.
alone...

PART 2:
PARTY LE ROUGE

i entered a world i never knew existed. i was living a dull life - a monochromatic life. i lived for sixteen years - in this "life like" regenerated world - almost perfect, but the truth was, it ain't nearly close to perfection. i was afraid to come out of the dark casement made by the surreal world. i thought that everything is everything back there at that place. i'm not too adventurous at that time to explore and break the barrier made by the idealistic world.
on my seventeenth year, i realized that there might be something more to this place - more explorations and adventures to be done. i have to be confident and averagely egoistic to do such. my realization began when i noticed a "spark" that appeared in the dark remnants of the nocturne.

the spark began when i was momentarily dumbfounded by the frantic gesticulations made in the dark room. the spark grew brighter everyday, so i got curious by the luminosity that it brought.
i walked through the pitch black darkness of the room and stared at the glow given off by the spark.

PART 3:
NEW WORLD ADVENTURES

an awakening, like i was brought about from a nightmare. still traumatized from the events that happened, my mind twitched from the enormous change that occured to me. it was too drastic of a sudden metamorphosis of the surreal world to the new vividly rendered world. it was more realistic than before, more lifelike. still, i am enclosed in a room, but not like before, the room i am presently situated is more illuminated. there were things i never had before in my dark room - as compared to what i have been into now, everything that i see is three-dimensional, unlike before - everything was dark, i can't see a thing.

"i've crawled out of the darkness and faced the luminosity of truth."

i am naked of all the things that have been buzzing around me. i am innocent of all the lies and criminality of the world. i looked out the window and saw human beings like me - they're so busy, busy of the things that made them stapled onto their position. i hear noise. is this the truth? i nearly thought it was.
there was a door in the room, i walked slowly towards it and carefully opened it to see what's outside.