I am trapped in my own game. Nowhere to go, and I'm not going anywhere. But a part of me wants to break free. The truth is, its eating me inside out, piece by piece. And don't you worry about me, my dear.
I can't be sad. I can't be angry. But I do feel happy to be at your display. And Im not stupid either.
A friend ask me "is it worth the trouble?"
We are so tired but still, we keep on moving. Knowing we have something to show at the end. Proving to ourselves that we won't turn back.
Owh, and I suddenly remembered how much you love those clouds. At times, I wish I was the clouds.
Such disgrace upon ourselves, yes all of us including you. Is there an end to all of this? or is it the end had started long before me?
We always talk about it and I think it's time to do it. Extraordinary adventure. Doing the unexpected for self pleasure. Who cares what you have to say, I'll do it anyway.
I have no idea. Wishing for some thing that isn't there, knowing it won't come true. Not even a slight chance of hope. Such a waste of time.
What will he think of next?
Inventing my own dreams where fast coloured neons came and filled everywhere, speaking to each other with their reverb tongue.
Your slow motion games. My fast moving phase. It really does give us the thrill. But carefull dear, It might get us bored.
Gracefully how she walked through the carpet that was made only for him and her on that very special day. Waving and smilling to all familiar guest. Both were beautifully touched up by fancy cosmetic products. It was gold.
I was hoping for something unexpected but turn out to be a routine. Cycles that we can never escape. Everybody's changing but not you nor me. Yes, not us. It's funny that we are still friends. Don't you think so? Maybe there is something worth running for both you and me or us. Play along, play along.
Separating my attics and my music. Personal issues are best kept it personally without the concern of others. And don't you worry my dear, I'll try to keep them both alive.
Situation, reason, consideration, communication and relation. I want to know where it ends. Please, stop your silent protest.
They are something worth dying for because they made my day worth living.
