paper gender.

a woman may love easily

a woman may give love whole hearted

a woman may be naive in love

when in love.

but once love is taken for granted

hate will occupy her

and once a woman hate,

they hate as deep as they love.

in love, women use paper to write beautiful heart warming poems

in hate, paper becomes unpredictable sharp.

the pain comes sudden, unprepared after the soft cut.

the cut is deep, clean but the pain reaches millions of miles within your body, top to toe.

paper, harmless yet can be sharp as blade when necessary.

women is to me, paper.

absolute again.

i want to feel alive again

like it used to be,

in which me could feel free.

free to love and be loved.

free to enjoy and give joy.

free to express and undress.

free to reveal the real me,

absolutely FREE.

geeee.

a note

Music of Life,

And I Know That It Is Love.

We Could Really Get There.

anybody there?

Is there anybody that feels as lonely as I am?

Am I the only one?

Or is this normal.

Is there anybody as loveless as I am?

Am I the only one?

I don't think this is normal.

Is there anybody wearing love shield like me?

So powerful that it immunise you from love.

Can't attract nor keep.

Is there anybody out there like me?

Passionate for love yet seldom in love.

Anybody, somebody?

Is this normal?

between hate and fate

i hate but it's fate,

to be slaughtered

by a fucker!

i hail you, the gods.

feel power?

taste power?

suddenly sour??

of course,

it's not yours to play gods.

if to shine,

you become a swein!

keep an open mind

look to the right

when you ought to look left.

don't sulk

if no applaud.

a lot of times we get frustrated and disappointed because we feel that we did not get the appreciation we deserve. But in many cases, we seek that approval from just the wrong person. we demand and demand for a certain person to praise us. to notice us. but they don't.

well, try to look around you and you might find that there are hundreds of people that are proud of you, appreciates you, value you..but you just ignore or discount them as non valuables. ironic isn't it?

『Help Me Help Me...』PV

no one is the answer.
no one knows, no one can touch,
no one enters.
but coz of no one, this becomes right.
because of no one, i feel numb.
help me, help me..i cry.
as dark as this, i am.

Endlicheri Endlicheri - Somei Yoshino

My heart, my life feels this way..sometimes.

the chaos during meetings