July 28, 2013
i made some written poems edited in blank pictures but it won't load.
and the only one loaded is this one i made upon my narrow mind.
I convince myself to write more. to read more so i could write poems beautifully like
people do.
I don't know what kind of mind do they have.
Even they make songs. Like...
I wonder how they really decided to use this tone and it would goes like this and this
for the next 2 minutes and so on.
And they perfectly fit within words.
And they got the feeling. That brings you to somewhere anonymous for you
Acting like it is your old home, walking direction-less and find your spot.
I don't know what kind of happiness they hold or maybe they gloom themselves
for the sake of having some cool words.
Or they only stop trying and only write and think and write.
anyway, I'm thinking about something truthfully random. About why is people exhausted upon their works if they are earnest and knowing absolutely what is their goal and dream.
What keep them going for this whole time and never think of quiting, even though the ugly bruises and wounds are everywhere on a surface of their body.
What inspires people the most so they would keep going and draw a smile even when they don't feel good. What actually heal them fast.
