HTAED
HTAED.
is a reflection of life.
evil is a reflection of live. to live is evil. to survive is tough. or you mix around with htaed, you get hated. and the reflection always seem to be the most negative ones.
the rain just wouldnt stop. maybe autumn comes with a little of rain. the worst part of life. maybe the rain got into my eyes. maybe its time to get prepared.
i always loved the rain and i never stop loving the motion of it. i stood there feeling the rain. the pain the impact. i walked damn slowly. i wasnt one of those to rush for a shelter unless my clothes didnt allow me to get wet. i was enjoying the droplets. the pour. maybe felt the pain. the tears. the rain just got me into a depressed state of mind. like moody. like emotional. like hurt. like the image i always looked at. with nothing much to comment but many many thoughts. like you always looked at the same image when rain comes in. like that lost feeling. no one to reach out to. when i stood there, i stand forever. i am freezed in time space and memory.
lucky i heard voices and woke me up from being delusional. deceived from life and death. if not i think i really would sink down like what zaid says. maybe it sounds quite right. like i never get it right and i never get things back. and i never stay still. some things always pull me down. and i never know why and i always drown. like nobody's business.
maybe its really time to get prepared. prepared for many things. like probably a notebook will do. a deep down thought. deep down feelings about every incident so there is probably a record of my survival so im keeping my record for now. pray that you wont get to read it soon. probably like deathnote. just write my name down and let me go peacefully. for im willingly to go.
just let me have a little dream and trips. i will do anything. i will go for rome or spain. cos the place attracts me best with the best people. i will still fantasize on my tour to the north pole. to meet eskimos and fish all day long. i guess i dont need anyone else. im contented even i am alone in this journey.
just wash me away from the rain. the pain and everything. save me the torture. just wash me away from earth so i never feel insignificant on earth ever again and i never left any big impact. wash my sorrow my flaws my dreams my mistakes for what rain can do. free me and just fill me with the sound of rain. the pitter-patter. they will leave my peace my simplicity alone. they can calm me down and send me into a world of deception.
shut me out from the world now.
let me hear nothing. no more voices.
is a reflection of life.
evil is a reflection of live. to live is evil. to survive is tough. or you mix around with htaed, you get hated. and the reflection always seem to be the most negative ones.
the rain just wouldnt stop. maybe autumn comes with a little of rain. the worst part of life. maybe the rain got into my eyes. maybe its time to get prepared.
i always loved the rain and i never stop loving the motion of it. i stood there feeling the rain. the pain the impact. i walked damn slowly. i wasnt one of those to rush for a shelter unless my clothes didnt allow me to get wet. i was enjoying the droplets. the pour. maybe felt the pain. the tears. the rain just got me into a depressed state of mind. like moody. like emotional. like hurt. like the image i always looked at. with nothing much to comment but many many thoughts. like you always looked at the same image when rain comes in. like that lost feeling. no one to reach out to. when i stood there, i stand forever. i am freezed in time space and memory.
lucky i heard voices and woke me up from being delusional. deceived from life and death. if not i think i really would sink down like what zaid says. maybe it sounds quite right. like i never get it right and i never get things back. and i never stay still. some things always pull me down. and i never know why and i always drown. like nobody's business.
maybe its really time to get prepared. prepared for many things. like probably a notebook will do. a deep down thought. deep down feelings about every incident so there is probably a record of my survival so im keeping my record for now. pray that you wont get to read it soon. probably like deathnote. just write my name down and let me go peacefully. for im willingly to go.
just let me have a little dream and trips. i will do anything. i will go for rome or spain. cos the place attracts me best with the best people. i will still fantasize on my tour to the north pole. to meet eskimos and fish all day long. i guess i dont need anyone else. im contented even i am alone in this journey.
just wash me away from the rain. the pain and everything. save me the torture. just wash me away from earth so i never feel insignificant on earth ever again and i never left any big impact. wash my sorrow my flaws my dreams my mistakes for what rain can do. free me and just fill me with the sound of rain. the pitter-patter. they will leave my peace my simplicity alone. they can calm me down and send me into a world of deception.
shut me out from the world now.
let me hear nothing. no more voices.
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