The higher I let my hopes go,
The greater the disappointment I will receive.
In life nobody can live without hope. But sometimes hope is not such a great thing cause time and again it disappoint humans with high hope. I made up my mind to forget and throw it all away, but seeing you again made my feelings waver...
Should I continue to give up,
Or should I hope again?
Passion
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Facts
Tears are always bitter.
Love will always end.
Life is forever unfair.
Time is forever too fast.
Humans are forever selfish.
Friendship aren't always nice.
Relationship is just a jumble of complication.
Society is just an influence.
Mind is always working and confused.
Heart is always broken and mending and broken again.
Music aren't always happy.
A smile aren't always true.
Laughter sometimes reflects a crying heart.
Wisdom is always too far away.
Decisions are always tormenting us.
Head is always too full with thoughts.
Love will always end.
Life is forever unfair.
Time is forever too fast.
Humans are forever selfish.
Friendship aren't always nice.
Relationship is just a jumble of complication.
Society is just an influence.
Mind is always working and confused.
Heart is always broken and mending and broken again.
Music aren't always happy.
A smile aren't always true.
Laughter sometimes reflects a crying heart.
Wisdom is always too far away.
Decisions are always tormenting us.
Head is always too full with thoughts.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Passion
Music.
I have a passion for music that is stronger than love between two lovers. It was my first love which I'm very sure would be my last too.
I close my eyes in bliss and calm whenever I play. My fingers danced like it all has a mind of it's own whenever it's on black and white keys or strings. Each melody represent a small piece of my soul. I can even play a whole song in my sleep. Pictures of my keys and strings would show up in my mind without effort, I would play myself a lullaby and be happy.
My passion for music, where did you go? What happened to the excitement whenever I see my instruments? How come there is no intense desire to play forever whenever I touch my instruments? When I play my fingers feel like bananas.
My music started to sound empty and cold. Like a robot playing with no soul. The only emotion I'm capable of producing is painful melody that makes me want to scream in frustration.
Dear Music,
When all things had failed, you're the one who saved me, you're the only one who could comfort me. You're always there whenever I cry, laugh, or angry. You're my bestfriend, you're my Love.
With my passions missing, I feel like an empty statue. There is no rhythm running through my whole body constantly, there is no melody composing themselves in my head endlessly.
Without you I don't think I can live. You're the only thing that I'm good at. You're the only thing that can make me feel free to be myself and boost my confidence constantly. My nights are now silent. No inspiration for new melody constantly running through my head.
Heart, I need you back. I don't know where you go but I need you back. Bring me back my love and my passion. Give me back the only thing that I can be good at. Let me feel the happiness again when everything in reality is messed up. Allow me to be myself again whenever I'm inside the music world.
Without Music, my life is too silent. Too cold. I'm scared of the feelings when there is no melody, no sound. I'm afraid I have to be a living dead.
I have a passion for music that is stronger than love between two lovers. It was my first love which I'm very sure would be my last too.
I close my eyes in bliss and calm whenever I play. My fingers danced like it all has a mind of it's own whenever it's on black and white keys or strings. Each melody represent a small piece of my soul. I can even play a whole song in my sleep. Pictures of my keys and strings would show up in my mind without effort, I would play myself a lullaby and be happy.
My passion for music, where did you go? What happened to the excitement whenever I see my instruments? How come there is no intense desire to play forever whenever I touch my instruments? When I play my fingers feel like bananas.
My music started to sound empty and cold. Like a robot playing with no soul. The only emotion I'm capable of producing is painful melody that makes me want to scream in frustration.
Dear Music,
When all things had failed, you're the one who saved me, you're the only one who could comfort me. You're always there whenever I cry, laugh, or angry. You're my bestfriend, you're my Love.
With my passions missing, I feel like an empty statue. There is no rhythm running through my whole body constantly, there is no melody composing themselves in my head endlessly.
Without you I don't think I can live. You're the only thing that I'm good at. You're the only thing that can make me feel free to be myself and boost my confidence constantly. My nights are now silent. No inspiration for new melody constantly running through my head.
Heart, I need you back. I don't know where you go but I need you back. Bring me back my love and my passion. Give me back the only thing that I can be good at. Let me feel the happiness again when everything in reality is messed up. Allow me to be myself again whenever I'm inside the music world.
Without Music, my life is too silent. Too cold. I'm scared of the feelings when there is no melody, no sound. I'm afraid I have to be a living dead.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
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