midnight intimacy.

The shadow of the day remains screaming for urgency after the night suppresses madness.
Overheated engine is addicted to frenzy.
Pause is forgotten like a dead lover.



Realistic darkness smiles on a beauty of light.

 But the scattered wisdom remains shiny as it always does. Like a stupid grins.

song from a part of my time

Some songs make u think about a time of you. Whether u like the song or not, it just triggers a part of ur past running in your head. 'Reminiscence'. A word that surfs on the time of me.

positive mind? a solution? or a veil?

One pathetic life is believing the ideology that positivism can bring happiness. Life is a cold fact. Do not 'over-decorate' it with positive fantasy while u feel frustrated.

Why. Dear friend, 'why'.

I have been said that i have to join the 'role-playing' game. The given reason was that everyone does so. So once i tried hard. At the front, longed for taking the main puppet. Never seen the puppeteer. Never seen a mouth saying have seen the puppeteer. Instead, was said that we share our part. My role was to take a part and avoid stigmatisation. I wondered why. I asked why. People said why was a laziness. Why was an immaturity. But why never died in me. Disguising like a 'no-why' intelligent, I strived to be role-responsible. When a gray street relied on me, My heart started pumping. 'why' bursted out. It was worth my life throwing into it. And then, when no one asked why, I was answered why.