Snorer

I've met an enemy. A heavy snorer.

He doesn't think it's his fault,

Of course not.

It's noise, 

Nosiy enough to go berserk.

Is it their fault for the noise?

Or their lifestyle that hinders others?

So whose fault is it?

& who suffers?

The one affected of course,

like they care a damn.

An enemy.

Noisy enough to break and kill.

Addicted to social media

When their world revolves around their pages.

They write and post never ending stories.

Hoping people to listen & read.

Sharing their accomplishments.

Seeking their attention, seeking comments.

When their world revolves around their pages.

Their reality faded.

The emotions from real people blurred

Their experiences to feel, behind an instrument.

A thing, un-replacable of a human being.

When their world revolves around their pages.

They are incapable to feel,

Be sensitive to real.

Be somebody to you.

Social media trap

Back to me~

They don't care.

So I type.

Trapped~

The closest people

Journeying..
Sometimes the best kind of conversations is when there is a response. A kind of conversation that listens.
We won't always hear what we want, nor get the reply we want. The closest people tends to hurt you. Because they are the ones expected to understand you best. In fact, its the strangers who listen and response they way you want instead, because they have a distance with you.
Closest people take you for granted. Maybe if spiritually they are not the same.
So what right?
shut.them.in.the.closet

Wishing

It's beyond my control. Wish to have man after God's heart. i wish he made me safe. consistently. my anxiousness is usually prolonged and caused by him. do i have to keep taking pills everytime im anxious by him? something must be wrong. i wish the Lord can help me or help him seek You. i just have to sacrifice myself to suffer silently.

Just talking to the wall

We can't change people. We don't like or we dislike. We can say it out. But we can't change them if they don't want to change. Moral expectations. Mannerism.

People hurt people. We are hurt by their behaviour. They are hurt by ours. The words we use to express feelings. 

When we are feeling sour and sore inside, when the situation is not sweet. It's best to keep quiet. We keep thinking to keep quiet. But why do we stil explain our unhappiness?

Because i thought if I don't say it, they will never know. But actually....they already know without me saying it.

My character and is sliding. Because it's so messed up with another.

~something to blame again~

Today morning was better than yesterday morning.

But averagely today was worst than yesterday.

But the day before of destroying and binning all my music and equipment. Was worse than this morning. 

so colourful yet so bleak

Got a new lappy again. techno free since 2012. dec 2012. time to be back to the world.. escaping doesn't rock the boat. Do i wanna write bout crossroads again? stupid traffic lights, and broken railway trains. dodgy lanes and faded ways.. Or something new, them trains lost in future no existence a girl on her way shes building roads and extra lights probably another colour maybe two or three on that traffic light stupid trains and crossroads no damn sense of its trips just bringing her to stupid beginning waiting for her stupid ride. ============================================================== Im gonna tell you a story, gonna act like ya listening. you wanna bring me out you be my listening pal. I could be your hated socialite, or the worst one day friend. but you got me out, so you gonna listen to me now Ive this, ive that ill please, ill forget. Ill play and learn, Ill hurt and bleed in turn But you gonna stay, no turning you've asked me out so thats your duty be my friend or well, stay out smirks and a grins sly smile and teased eyes i can't read those, till you tell me why no games, you owe me friend or foe. thats all you gotta know

Kiss the rain

Tash is not back..
Just ghost-ing..

Whats real, whats not
Whos the freak? 
Whats the bomb.

Lovers broken
Truth reveals.
Man-made fights
Territorial for life

Take me home
Give me back my trust
Tell me its real
Give me back hope

Im hiding
Back to this shell,

Till this clears,
Im still unwell

Crush my soul,
Break my hopes
No,
Take my hand,
Tell me all's well

She's scared
What's tomorrow gonna tell.
Love or Hate
Bad news, or just fate.

Hey Hi You.. Yes You...

Hey Hi You.. Yes You...

If ya find this & reading this, maybe this post could relate to you, maybe it will never..

I've fought too many battles. But guess what? Each fight doesn't seem to hurt that bad anymore.

I forgot the difference between LOVE and COMPANIONSHIP. Maybe...you were just a great companion. Maybe... It was all God's decision. It's up to Him to clear up my mess now..

I feel like I've naturally given up. I feel like I can make any major decisions myself now, instead of having to prolong it for a human's change to realise I Am really going....~

I think I'm tired from fighting again anymore, It's time to go back to where I belong maybe... I've had an enough of a long 'long' holiday just like I prayed to God hard for it.

Its not working out here. I know I have tried my best, I saw happiness in your eyes when I let you do anything you want instead. I've promised you that and I will keep my promise.
I can no longer tell you 'I Love You' in your face because I'm not sure anymore......But I know I'm only left with enough energy to tell you I still Care....
I can't lie.......I think I've lost, I'm Sorry....


Sincerely,
Tash