Finder

Rabu, 17 Maret 2010




My precious pain, my poor luck..
my heart stop breathing. how can i get these feelings?
immune, secure, living in imaginary land..
where people are wearing the same suit, same color, same attitude..
"there you go!", "where are you going?:, some of that chit chat..
church, mosque, temple, and a lonely sit at the beach..

we never see nothing if you didn't see nothing..
committing to a fraud of hope for false alarms..

Selasa, 16 Maret 2010

Street Spirit



Maybe this isn’t real. Maybe this is just a flowing thought in the air.

The sweet melody in my ear, the smell of acoustic guitar, and the quiet.

I could just stay here forever, in my own world

Don’t have nothing to say, don’t need anything to be said. 

Senin, 15 Maret 2010

BLA BLA BLA

SHUT THE FCUK UP !!!