A Picture of Thousands Memories

The bitter sweet memory surge
driving up the tears hardly drop

There the joy and happiness of innocence
the contentment of not understanding the world

There the bitterness of youth
the sadness of loss chances

Reflected on a fragment of glossy paper
a picture of thousands memories

Between Broken Heart and Pissed Off Match

Human, which is in truth a sole soul of itself, can never be alone.

Human is born into a family, raised and grow in the middle of its environment. There, human meets another humans and as soon, he isn't alone anymore.

The loss of the initial solitude marks the new need of communications. With the communications comes the role of each human in life of the others.

It seems so unfair sometimes that a human got to be the one all the other seeking comforts in.

Comforts that sometimes are robbed from the giver without the taker actually know or even realize it.

It's hell of a 'grave position' sometimes...

Unfortunately human, as human goes, couldn't always avoid those situations.

In the beginning of a relationship, human can limit the amount of himself he offer to the other part of the relationship. However, it is totally impossible for human to limit the amount of himself his partner in the relationship demand of him.

Though as the relationship goes, the limit would be fainter and fainter, and it'll dissolve to nothing.

And with the limit already dissolved, the 'grave position' can easily catch up on human....

And caught up in between a broken heart and pissed of match and so on IS definitely one of the 'most grave situation' a human can be caught in. ;p

Urge to Write

As the urge to write crash down on the shore of the soul
the thoughts begin to spill out of the depth

Swift and strong scratches begin to build
the words keep tumbling and rolling
wild with a taste of gentleness and beauty

As the urge pass the pen lost its momentum
siphoned out of energy
slowly overwhelmed by its death

Thereafter....

The thoughts lay dormant
gently but surely building up the pace
awaiting the next urge to crash on