when you show your art to non-artists, they search the reason. when you show your art to people, they search the meaning. when you show your art to fans, they search words to compliment or criticize. when you show your art to artists, they search you.
someday, when i die, please do not bring any flowers. do not bring yourself to come. to pray. to say something good or bad about me. do not even cry or feel sad. do not grief. do not pity me. because, i wanna go and feel at ease.in peace. without any burden.
i wish i can do something to change fate and make destiny come faster. because i couldn’t handle all of them for more later.
i don’t wanna forget stories, i don’t wanna forget memories, i just wanna forget feelings that hurts.
sometimes it’s not how you choose your captain or weapons, but how you choose your thought, and learn to live with it, it’s all matters.
It doesn’t matter where, when, who, or how you started and ended, What matters most is you, and all things will follow.
They’ll always agree or disagree about everything, even for basic things. So, if you know the truth, and they refused to understand, they’ll think they win. But, the truth is that’s not your lost. As Oscar wilde said, “the truth is rarely pure and never simple”, i said this to you, “it is what it […]
poetry is not a book,is not literature,not a self journal. poetry is a letter,waiting to be read,by lost souls. Poesie ist kein Buch,ist keine Literatur, kein Selbstjournal. Poesie ist ein Brief,Warten darauf, gelesen zu werden, durch verlorene Seele. Poëzie is geen boek,is geen literatuur,geen zelfdagboek. Poëzie is een brief,wachten om gelezen te worden,door verloren ziel. […]
in this world, full of difference, we had one thing to do. try not to fit in. but to adapt and always move.
there are so much to tell, to explain, to share. but i might choose not to do, because i knew, they had extra mouth within their brain, but never had the brain itself.
hello, goodbye. 