I don’t know why i feel so tired even in our first class at school. Ewan ko. (Tinagalog LOL)
I told myself last January one that I’ll be happy this year. I won’t make simple things too complicated for me. I told my friends, I don’t want to be an emo anymore. They’re the ones who call me or classify me as one of the emo people, but I’m not as trendy as the other emo kids at school. For me, I just love music, it soothes my soul, my burden and my thorn tears (nagmuta na.wahaha)
Change isn’t that easy I know. But I never thought it might take too long. I’m always trying to forget that I’m too emotional. I’m looking forward on searching for a positive thinking in my system yet it seems like it doesn’t have space for it either. It’s hard.
It’s like, loneliness keeps on embracing me every night and in moments where I’m not busy on something important or sometimes, even while I’m actually doing important things. It’s a huge distraction and I don’t like this. I’m not following a trend or something. Everything written on this blog is me. I see my blog as my best friend. I write because I want to. I say what I want to say. This is me, my life, yesterday, today and tomorrow.
Save me from the darkness. Take me away from this cold night.
Something positive doll, think something positive. Oh, tomorrow will be my our 11th month, a relationship brought up by music,l0ve,and loneliness itself but defines happiness as well. No, it’s still leading to melancholy. I miss my mom. GAwD!
Tomorrow’s my free day. I’m not that glad. I’ll be making assignments and I hope I’ll be able to accomplish them. Actually, I hope I can just rest all day tomorrow. Sleep 24 hours. I love sleeping. I love dreams. I love that journey.
Reality seems to be damn imperfect. In my dreams, I can fly, I can lie on the clouds, pick up stars and play with the moon. In reality, when the darkness covers the town, it’s my time of stopping pearls from running down my cheek. The cold zephyr is whispering words and I can’t help but fall.
No! I’ll stop this. I have to let this go.
I want to hear the angels and demons of dishwalla. i Don’t know, I fell in love with it. Really. I should finish this writing. I’ll all leave you now with this. Good night.
Angels Or Devils”
this is the last time
that I’m ever gonna come here tonight
this is the last time – I will fall
into a place that fails us all – inside
I can see the pain in you
I can see the love in you
but fighting all the demons will take time
it will take time
the angels they burn inside for us
are we ever
are we ever gonna learn to fly
the devils they burn inside of us
are we ever gonna come back down
come around
I’m always gonna worry about the things that could make us cold
this is the last time
that I’m ever gonna give in tonight
are there angels or devils crawling here?
I just want to know what blurs and what is clear – to see
still I can see the pain in you
and I can see the love in you
and fighting all the demons will take time
it will take time
the angels they burn inside for us
are we ever
are we ever gonna learn to fly
the devils they burn inside of us
are we ever gonna come back down – come around
I’m always gonna worry about the things that could break us
if I was to give in – give it up
- and then
take a breath – make it deep
cause it might be the last one you get
be the last one
that could make us cold
you know that they could make us cold
I’m always gonna worry about the things that could make us cold
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