Sometimes, what you see isn’t what you get. In this world filled with deception, it’s difficult to believe anymore. When the mind changes as quick as a blink, brace yourself.

Tomorrow, I will be free of this metal cage in my mouth.

Tomorrow, I will break away from all the worries that is practically nonsense. :)

Blogging

Somehow i’ve decided to put my own words into my blog, putting to words experiences that may be gone with the wind. Because seriously, “memory fails me an inch away from my face” Sometimes when i look at the mirror, i didn’t know who was in it. I wonder how far did i go, since when what i saw in the mirror was a boy that seeks nothing but happiness, to found out that it’s still the same child, who wanders into this cruel world finding happiness. Yes at times the boy encountered him, but happinness is elusive. It comes and it goes. And it will be an endless cycle of hide and seek with happiness. So by writing it down, i can trap it. So that a part of what i have encountered remains cause “sometimes, memory can be a real bitch.” Run from it or Deal with it.

P.S
It’s not what you write but what you write it on. 

In the deafening silence of the room
The countless breathing i hear
The alcohol that we conquer
Takes its toll on our feeble bodies
Restless and weakened,
They fall to a sweet slumber
The rising sun wiped away
All the joy and laughter that once there
Like a new season that blossoms,
All became memories,
Hearts was once filled with euphoria
Was all gone,
Without trace.