come on you target...

i still believe in the sun at times when it doesn't rise; a sense of stubborn attitude- you know it is there for you but you don't see it. you don't know whether you want to or not to see it but you long for it.
n my jukebox croons " i believe in peace ; even when the war is riding.."

...n there is peace after the storm..never longed for a lullaby..

handicapped

there are those times when things r just not limited to one's capabilities. way beyond that lies the mirage of self assurance & promises.the whirlpool in between sucks in the sanity & all what remains is a limbo.the feeling of loosing it creeps in when one watches his soul being affected.all i wish is to be there; may be just a hug or a little kiss or just the comforting silence holding hands.

the person whom i hate the most is pseudo-me because i cant recognize him. the other side is a mechanical robot whom this side is controlling- or is it the other way round? i don't know what it is really worth for.i want to live the life of pseudo me. i hate myself doing what i don't know ,

then there is melancholy present times. the futile assurance of rosy future, the dreams of love & then the slap of realistic present--its all what it is all about.there is a price for everything.i don't know for what i am paying.


i wish i could have more some capabilities to soothe n lit up a smile...

the show must go on...

"a smaller pain goes unnoticed when there is a greater pain"


i don't know why ancient Greeks thought catharsis is so easy. at the end of the day, when things slip out of hand at the last moment, frustration do creeps in & eat away sanity. however the root cause analysis of bad luck is just more pain. one must own one's word even if they are not said.


 the wall will be spited upon, cursed, & kicked . however it will still stand there silently, supporting you in your bad hard times, let you lean against it, let you cry against it & save your back & push you to fight again.


i don't like to feel the thin ice. it makes me afraid. i search my guilt in its transparency. 


n then i see her.....


coincidentally, gilmor hums in the back " the show must go on...."