Life !

Life is strange when:
Your dearest friend becomes a stranger
Your source of peace becomes your greatest fear
Your loveliest dreams become your worst nightmares
Your guaranteed destination becomes unknown
Your smiles become your tears
Your tears become your laughter
Your enemies once become your refugee for good
Your beliefs become your obstacles
Your hardships become your lessons
Your hardest pain becomes one day the least pain
Your highest ambition becomes one day the easiest
It offers you one thing but should take away another thing
You don't accept except what's perfect and you end up having barely nothing
You let go of the things you want and they come back to you
and struggle hard for the things you're dying for and don't get them...

Life !

My Drive Through.

I don't want to live my future in my past,
I don't want the happy moments to move too fast,

I don't want to love out of desperation,
I don't want to start over without preparation,

I don't want to cry over who broke my heart,
I don't want to treasure who chose to be apart,

I don't want to look pale when I look at the mirror,
I don't want to keep running away out of horror,

I don't want to get tricked with another sweet word,
I don't want to forget how you hurt me by what was told,

I don't want to think of you first thing when I wake up,
I don't want to fall asleep while you're in my heart, locked up,


I don't want to..
...and that's my drive through.

Time for cleaning!

It's been along time since I visited this house. I can't even remember if I ever did!

I was unsure if the leys I have will open the house door, but I thought to give it a try...won't lose anything anyway.

It was opened...sound of the door opening was disturbing and i could immediately smell the dust.
How old?
How dark?
How cold?
How messy and chaoetic?
How haven't I ever noticed?
Why did I leave it all this time?

Oh, feels like nostalgia....memories drifting me away from the purpose I came in here, but in a way they make me feel good.

There are many good stuff in here, why wasn't I using them? why didn't I nurture them?

I can't miss this house anymore...I can't miss myself further.
It's time for cleaning the house....that one I have inside of me.