I've come so far, but I've got no courage to look up to the near undesired future... I've always presumed this saying to be childish, but reality is really tormenting... "Reality is so cruel" - Doesn't that sounds very immature? But facts are facts, facts have no rooms for possibilities...

Though that phrase doesn't seem to be completely true like I always thought it never was, i seem to have discovered this unexpected truth upon myself, and it brings me a heavy impact that my heart cannot undertake... Things can never turn out the way I want it to totally be because i'll be very selfish in that sense, but an upcoming wonder of this nightmare has been frying my head and spirit for days and weeks... When the time comes in a short while, the heartfelt disaster crashs and takes me down to a pool of desolution.. All it takes is a drizzle down the shaken flooded land to push it right down the ocean...

I've been avoiding, and making myself blind from these melancholy... And if my sorrows are never liberated, it lives in me forever... Some things are just not to be exposed, for fears of squabbles and disagreements, let alone the series of leading and misleading arguments of wants and insistance...

Thoughts can be beautiful for a dream
It turns into love and motivation
Thoughts can be fulfilling for ambitions
It becomes a drive to strive for passion
Thoughts can be wonderful for introversion
It gives you understanding and forgiveness

However thoughts could have given you
Days of nothingness
Weeks of emptiness
Months of phantasy
Years of misery
Lifetime of comparing, and
Eternal delusion

Come to senses, to realise the past was only right for the future... Thoughts may heal, but it mostly kills... That is why we are always reminded of our past, and how beautiful we think they are... Stop the change, if it isn't much necessary.....

Thoughts - Agares

[Mood] .....Lost.....