For The Fools To Hope For

She tells me it is the highers' decision.
That we cannot live the same way.
How some substance will evaporate.
And how love will crumbles.

Nothing more can I beg,
Nor capable in holding back.
False brick on sick mind,
Is made for the fools of mine.


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No longer have I the instance in praying for Shef since nothing good comes. Better to sail it away than carrying the wall on your shoulder.

It's So Good, It Makes You Jump Off The Building

Found this band through a friend and the ever-amazing Jango. It hurts how fine the band is. A smile never skip me once their music is on. It's ashamed they don't get much light. About time a band with a delightful line up of bass, drums and guitar (note: awesome bassline). Must've been a group of lunatics behind the band considering how the music drives people crazy.

And the horoscope tells me I should keep my affair as it is, an affair. Horoscope is a commercialized bull and people are leaning towards its shit. Poo

A better view of your thought.

Wishing the game to reach its end,
To put a stop to the plan.
Engineered by your synchronized lips.
And your underwater beat.

The picture was in you,
Without any sense of direction.
You pursue,
Upon the very last view.

Though I wonder if it ever was clear.
How you and I were always in distance.

But my judgement was too far off,
Even if it had lived in my imagination.
Dreams and the substance,
Were the only reason.

To keep me in your view.

I May Now Have It All To Myself

Once again.

I could finally breathe the air around me.
And grasps on things I would dream of letting go.


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Happy to have my former self again. Kicking the sociological and other interests to a new level. A friend reckon I could get a job once I contact the person holding my dream. As much as my nervous tongue is biting my lips, trying would not hurt. Hopefully I would not appear as a thick monkey.