Cloudy Men Killed His Own Rainbow

Maybe now you already gone.
Gone with the wind.
The sun is not in your side anymore,
Your eyes are empty.
The promises were broken.
I could already feels the new season has begin.
It's Spring.
For you it is.
For me it's not.

We are different.

Sadly, now you are stranger in your own voice.
Became the fall to my weakness.
Faces are something you could plays with.
Words are mean to be broken.
Lightheaded is the feeling that I have now.
It turns out a little faster than I thought.
You turns me out a little faster than I thought.

Hang over without a drink.

Is that your real smile over there?
Because I already had my own disguise over here.

Inspired by: French Navy (Camera Obscura)

We came into the story about the moon, the lake, the sun and the sky.
When the sky is blue, the sun is shining through your skin.
You can feels it into your skin and bones.

The wind blows my floral dress, and my heart out too.
The trees whispering to be the one in my hands.
The hands that you'll always hold.
Your white shirtdress reminds me of the way our stories begins.

It's me and you.
Music and books.
Lyrics and words.
Love and hate.
Roses and candies.

The way your eyes staring at me.
Your big brown eyes.
The way you'll always touch your hair, everytime you get nervous about something.
Your crooked smile, when you're trying to be funny.
Damn it. I'll always smile.
Because it's makes you happy.
And it's makes me happy to see you happy.

This is a love story about loves that loving our love.
Isn't weird?
Well, we know that we will always weird.
It's us, right?
How come we'll become so normal?

FOREST

You run, the castle was gone.
You run, the pain will come.
The wind is cold.
It whirls around until you died.

Your mind is blank, you get hungry.
Your toes are numb. You know this time, you get really fucked up.

The Whisperer comes again with the bow on your face.
They told you to closed your eyes.
Listens to the earth singing to you.
Sings to death.
Sings to live.
The rain is pouring, and the lighting comes deadly.
Your hands comes into your ownskin.
It's frooze you to death to know that they are filthy with guilt.
You couldn't escape the fate.
And faith is come and go.
Awake is something you cannot do.

You screams till your lungs gave out.
But there's no voice.
It's suddenly gone.
Everything was gone.
It's just you and your mind.
Your crazy little, mind.

Urban Dictionary

Well, I don't know what to say. But yeah, I do love urbandictionary.com

Fuck, that website is always makes me laughing my ass off.

Well yeah, I know it's kinda weird, you know, to spending my time on that website.

But It's true!

They are my mood booster.

Every cynical comments and examples that will always funny as fuck.

You could find dry humour and the big bag full of sarcasm in every pages.

LOVE IT.

It might not be the right time / I might not be the right one / But there’s something about us I want to say / Cause there’s something between us anyway // (Something About Us - Daft Punk)

Weirdly weird

Everything feels so weirdly weird now..

Two weeks feels just like two minutes.

It's just because of you..

Craziness of the world.

Maybe the changes is the new you, and the past is the new me.

Just closed your eyes and meet me there.

God save Kim Gordon for sure.

I've got this weird feelings. Everytime I listens to Sonic Youth. It's like some electrical feelings. Twisted lyrics and some mind tricks came flashing into your brains. Get high with the emotion. Don't know why.

Is it only me?

Dreamer, you little munchkin.

It's not about him or her.

And definitely it's not about me and you

Or us. No, it's not.

It's just me and my thought.

Me and my dream.

Me and my own world.

When the sky is blue, the rain is pouring down like an old story in the fairy world.

The dream that I'll always wanted but you don't.

The fairy tales you always killed it before it grows nowhere in your wooden neck.

You'll always says life isn't a fairytales.

But you told me to live like that, to feels like that.

Is it fair to change the things that you already changed?

Again. It's just me and my stupid thought. My stupid human feelings.

I just wrote everything the time has changed you, and the time has changed me.

And it feels numb.

Feels numb to be tired or bored.

Waiting for the realistic world that you offered to me.

The thing is, well. Maybe, it is about you and me.