April 07, 2011
The music I play is about how much Anarchism lives in this fucking world. When people don't see the right of our song they only figure we're the noise pollution. As the matter of fact, they don't realize they were standing in the same position. Everyone did, we do. We all do. The song I played is all honesty. Everyone could sees that into their hearth themselves once they really do listen to it. If they don't they really just another kid who's sitting behind their dad's new Ford. How sad could that be but who wants to care for those who never care to us.
The music we played is just like how our heart reacts or holds our problems inside. Its harsh and simply crowded. You really just wanna fuck it off and crash it to the ground. The heart is fragile... Once its break, don't ever come see me alive but as the glass is break just sweep it away before it hurts other. I don't give a fuck cause no one did. They will keep you from falling but once you fall, you'll never get to be catch. Every shit goes into our heart and pump together with our blood. Its really gonna splash out our last blood but its never time for us from standing on our feet because we're not dead yet.
When I stand there in front of people, they show no respect. Once I sing, they gone disrespectful. I thought that music should have been a freedom for everyone. Don't matter what you listen. Even to the world most boring song that most people listen is still a freedom even its just because the song is stupidly adorable or criminally a group of dancers who love holding their guns or swords. It doesn't matter. Whatever it is I don't care.
at 10:11 PM
April 03, 2011
When you thought you're about to have a heartache, you start looking for your doctor. The only person who is qualify enough to be your doctor is the one you think he or she is. Then its about time when you start wake up from your sleep and let the journey begins for a couple miles away. Everyday repetitive but something missing. There is one chapter at the end of the book which I couldn't stand on. It was the past. The unexplained past. There were stories I made just to paste another but here is one thing I should have said earlier.
"I love her"...
The only girl that remains a secret before until today. The questions are answered. What's here in front the eyes is the truth. Its her I've been waiting so long with lots of jealous. I've waiting and by the second I do people are digging the secrets and they start making story. As the matter of fact I know, this chapter here is about truth. For years I'd been waiting for this person, until the previous year I met her. This year is gonna be a new start again. Way back to the past, it is totally the worst pain ever until I start hating this life. However with all those patients, its worth waiting.
Good man always say "a man who stand with patient comes with a good prize"
I do believe in that, certain things people just don't understand. I'm impatient except for one thing which no one will ever believe or even notice. Her... She's the answer of this book. Its like when you start facing all those shit which you start thinking its about time for you to give up but to face it. You thought you could have defend this before anything happen. The harder that I tried to do it the more I hit the floor. All I could know is how weak am I... How useless am I... How shit I thought I could have been stronger but no... I'm not... I'm a loser back then but still I wanna be hero. I wanna stop this from happening. However, back into the forest, you'll never find a way out.
"I'm not hero, I'm just the guy at the street you never notice before"
If time ever gonna turn back, I can't change anything but I had enough of pain that comes crashing to my heart...
at 10:45 PM