Kæ

Kæ

I remember nothing, everyday as i letting droplets surfing to the knee of mine. Hands wet but eyes was more, even unseen.

Mind traveling into places i never been there before, creating some atmosphere.

But does it too delusional? Reality is often dissapointing, we propose a plan and God dispose it in a blink of eye. That caused me to have my own world inside, and i am often dwells in it.

i am longing for something, every single one in tales and old stories of people by people. i befriend my own tears so i can see the reflection of truth inside of it. I touch every single cell of mine so they could respond to the other person cell feelings. I always there for them

But no vice versa

I wanted to know who i am, somebody for somebody, a son and a future father of my child. I wanted to know what my touch mean for, was i born to recreate or i the one who will reduce it to ash?

I tired hearing the voices inside the head, i am tired by those "Three", and my "Ten" already fell apart. I am no one.

Live only to spectate, and all these people roaring like they are the light bringer, sadly they not. You all only a slave in my eyes. I wanted to be free not to be a slave.

But people, hate freedom  frankly they also wanted to be free, and hate when one of them are free. I felt it in their words, their touch, their gesture, their foolish face, vibes for me to built all these hatred. Mine eyes, they are also too open, and i cannot shut it anymore.

I see you all bringing death to yourself, your sickness, your broken heart, your pain, your rage, all because you bothering yourself with people and emotion. Always doing too much, and hoping much more, you resulting catastrophe which your heart cannot denies, cannot hold.

Be great, in hating me, you all win, you all win, but i will fight back

All i wanted, is peace and friend, and all i see is war and foe.

-lazarus-