it starts with a small crack, and then it shattered into pieces.

i survived with whatever that's left behind, a small portion of my heart.

it keeps breaking. there's nothing much to do except to pick up the pieces, put it in a box, and kept it somewhere secret.

why..? because nobody wants to see messy broken things on the floor.

nobody.

my life has become like a storm - uncertain, chaotic, and dangerous.

when you're moving at the speed of life, you bound to collide with each other.

it's eating me up from the inside.

like a cancer.

words have failed me.

don't look at the big picture all the time.

sometimes,
it's the small little details that matters.

it's the drive that make me do things.

if i don't have the drive, i will not do it.

is that so fucking hard to understand..?

it's in the nature of human beings, to show off their good side.

my dark side is my only side.
anything else you see is just a facade.

my thoughts and my feelings
the night before, i always have something to write

but when the next day comes
everything faded into the morning light

the game is over. we're stalemate.

shall we play again..?

i want to win this time.