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“With One Hand High…
You Show Them Your Progress…
You Take Your Time…
But NoOne Cares…….”

- My Sundown – Jimmy Eat World [Bleed American] (2001)

day after day
i feel more away

i just wonder… what made me end up this way ; my creation , is it a big mistake? is it a breakpoint? or it’s a neutral fact that only serves history? is it finished or yet going to begin? and regardless of the phase, is it going anywhere?

as i faced the truth, that these could be the questions the whole human race were asking through their existence; i thought i would be overwhelmed by the fact that i am not alone. in fact i felt more empty.. for not only what i’d found was nothing new, but knowing that all those generations somehow managed to get over the senselessness , left me in a haze ..

if there are different answers, can we assume that the question’s wrong? when you can’t really prove any answers wrong, is there a possibility that your question is not a question? let me say.. like u pull a needle out of a haystack, if you have a box of needles, does it make sense to find a needle? although needles are different, any single one of them would satisfy your quest ( as long as it is finding a needle ) ..

maybe our instinct lies to us.. maybe there is nothing to find.. maybe existence was never meant to continue.. or even exist.. and most probably if someday, we agreed that there’s no reason, it wouldn’t…………..

cancer

“oh shed a tear for the loss..
of innocense..
for the forsaken spirits ..
who aches..
in us..

cry for the heart that surrenders to pain……..
for the solitude of those….

LEFT….

BEHIND….”

- Death, Come near me – Draconian [Arcane Rain Fell] (2005)

my friend died today

i know i cant go to the funeral

it’s hard to cry

let them say he was g0od

let them say he was perfect

they dont know how nice he was, they just say it

they must say something when u’re gone

 

sorry, i wont come to  your funeral;
i’ll bury u in my heart
not in the filthy hands of earth..