sOmetimeS they wOuldn’t know when you’re tired to speak
September 29, 2008
so now why can’t I just open my mouth and speak… maybe I’m just so tired… If there will be something that I can lose from my senses… I’ll offer everything except of my hearing…because music catches my heart.
Its not something dramatic or emotional…I’m just not ready…I’m just confuse… but I never hope that things will not be the same thing… friendship is just a memorial grave… Well, there is pain…there is joy…on every step…it cracks on the ground marking thresholds deeply. And, there is no way you can resolve it unless both parties are just too exhausted to read every moves and every article posted on blogs stating how awful life is.
I taped my mouth while writing this unwanted script… while stitching the ideas on my paper imprinted in eternity… the words are hated and struck the serenety as always….tears will pour down as always… every minute you just hope that this is not happening…
from a text of an emo friend… cino kaya yun?


