forward; forward and play.

many many things. maybe this year's new year isnt that a happy great one. a different generations gathering. poor fates as if we're in a movie. why does poor souls of women revolve around men. the past - hopeless gamblers. the present - flirts. the future - what. maybe i aint so grown up to really understand the inner conflicts. to understand the seriousness. the desperation among the people whether they're in danger or not because we are all linked together. we are in this together. we're connected. am feeling really unfilial. how come we seemed to be the actors in the movie but yet again we seemed far more worst in this movie. dramatic. reality is worst off. this damn reality is harsh. just fucking harsh. the frustrations vented out and seeking nothing in return. who can we get our consolation from? who can we turn to? we are small god. just some joke. controlled by heavens. controlled by god. and we had to pretend all our fake smiles when we're hurting inside. we've got no say in whatsoever. sadly, we're powerless and like the chess in control. feeling helpless. seek help, and where do we sought refuge? seeking help from the helpless. we're handicapped. we're trapped. all trapped. pressurized by technology. and why do we form a prejudice against men? it definitely is not true but it cant be helped. the mixed lost confused emotion stirring in me eversince i formed a memory. it grew up with me. i dislike them but i cant help over things that we cant control. i know its ridiculous; ironical and contradicting and whatever. i know i am. i am a contradict. i rather we faced up and talk but i would escape given a choice. the world of escapism. when we faced things that we're lost, we would escape as most people would. i would. i feel so much like tearing. the pressures. and my own reflection, nothing is positive. why are we only small god? why are we all in pain? why are we so lost inside, face with no route to run no one to turn to; reaching the dead end and we're helpess? we're already helpess and it feels more helpless than ever. why is it so? why is history henchman so evil? why are we face with no solutions? the young generations should give some real thought. face up but i still lost. why are we helpess?

take us to a thousand years later. probably maybe we feel better. dont rewind anymore. shall we? forward. skip the present. we shall escape. forward; forward and play.