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Words of heart, Love is ruthless. No such thing as none is hurt
Sunday, July 4, 2010

Cant be bothered about other people's problem when one cant even solve their own.Prickles me each time it was mentioned. A cup filled of jealousy is enough , water of words added into the cup which makes it overflows. Just like the flow of tears from one's eyes. Each and every single moment of dramatic changes, highest and lowest point of a person's mind. Calculation of percentage changes from time to time. Just like im draining out while others is taking in. A bless of feeling that never been felt before which feel like you are in heaven but you still alive.A memories that keep in the heart of an ant's home. A unknown deadly knife which meant for concern in fact pierce through happy bubbles and split into needle prickles. Accompanied by the side walking down the stairs, after the stairs leads two ways. Whether will be on same route or different one is just a blink of eyes. Nothing will be change if sitting down on the staircase blocking the way. Sitting by your side and know your way.Wont be regret when the direction change.


Time are short and one starts to panic. Thinking of how life gonna be when part of it are gone for a period of time. Thinking of before and after. Thinking of what else could be done. Thinking of how pathetic it is. Thinking of every single thing that regard you. When too much thoughts are messed together, it turn out to be an *I don't know* in fact its a self deceiving *I don't want to know cause its hurting*. Insomniac of nights and Restless-ness of times. Closing of eyes on an drenched pillow getting to bed.

Blogged @ 3:55 AM
会いたくて　恋しくて　離れて あの日はもうこない
-Sakura Rock- Song of Memories between us ♥