Minggu, 21 Juni 2009

thx fr th mmrs


the one and only place where we meet the past
recalling the facts that happened
and turn it to memories of what happened.

and i choose to exaggerate some, to bring up something small and make it big
to recall something unwritten and make it literal
only in the part of mind we called memories are we doing ourselves a favor
we put some smiles on our faces for the sake of souls

and, memories, trust me, they could really kill me
and when i found them being able to, i'll change it's amount.
pour something down and cut something off of it
and in a blink of an eye, i find myself being much better

too bad, some memories are too cruel for us to even remember


phuck time, for it is moving forward and not planning on a ride home
phuck time, for how it is running through our lives, 24hours are not enough
phuck time, for being so fast, we could never escape
yet, we escaped too soon from this lake of laughs and tears and screams and kicks,
high fvcking school.
-so long and good die! i mean goodbye

2 komentar:

  1. poetic! nicely touched, i'd like to comment about the artistry but i don't know shits.

    btw,
    (do you know that humans invented something called internet?
    keeps us together no matter waht,
    hence me not saying goodbyes when i left ahmad dahlan.)

    BalasHapus
  2. oh could that stuff called internet bring me back those three years i've wasted in ahmad dahlan? cause i dont really give a shit about being together, it's those moments we're together that i am definitely going to miss a fucking lot. i am a dreamer, and i dream about memories a little too much.

    BalasHapus