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To be brave is to love someone unconditionally without expecting anything in return. To just give that takes courage, because we don't want to fall on our face or leave ourselves open.
Friday, November 7, 2008

ok.
i'm drunken sleepy.
confessions.

those memories are bitter sweet yes i know.
are you for real or just a gag?
times fly faster than you can ever imagined.
time do tells you the key to the door.
but isn't it you yourself wants to or not?
does this last only for a short while,
or for the lifetime?
i'm smiling widely to myself.
i'm young.
still young.
there's more than meets the eye.
what do you ever to do now?
leave it alone & hoping,
or talk it out?
well well.
seems like a bug flowing the flow of the wind.
in search of what is wanted in life.
ain't it time that something i said & done?

confessions-uncleared.

OK WAIT.
PATHETIC CHIBAI.
(could not be helped.i just have to vulgar)

CHILLS & POP PILLS.
DRUGS OF LOVE.
ESTACY OF PRESENCE.

ever want to know how & what i felt?
ever tried thinking about it?
ever tried imagining what will become of me again?