fine

Why don't i get the chance to say what i really want, to you? i have lots of things in me, waiting to be unfurled, presented to you. as i text this down, in my mind, i know that existing quarrels are inevitable. everytime we have to disagree, in my face is just a look of wanting to understand you. nothing more, nothing less. no matter. i love you. i want to be with you. however, we being together is just limited by necessity. necessity that proves a visage that is not cleary seen. a necessity that i want to embrace every moment that i can, with you.

as i listening to the strumming of the guitar, i realise that, alot of life, vibrace, fills the instrument. the vibrance fills me. like a water hole. being filled up, but can never be filled to the brim. however, it remains constant. as the music stays in me. it will be the part of me, and the beats that surround the intellect will be the constant of my life.
-music is not what you hear, but what you experience.

after all these years i have came along. i am standing at the beginning, looking what we have done. after i see the things in the gray area. i see that that is the future of what lies ahead. the things that i have yet to do. the things that are like strangers to me. the journey like a crazy adventure. this is, however, life. it may be wonderful, for all the things that i have done. i see that my past are nothing but bits and pieces of what i have done. buildings constructed halfway, left derelict, unused but seemed used. that's failure.
-starting out on a crazy adventure hunt

sometime, somewhere,
we will meet again,
here,
unspoken,
unnoticed.
only to see you,
walking away again.
silent,
unrelenting.

-XyeThesis

fine

Why don't i get the chance to say what i really want, to you? i have lots of things in me, waiting to be unfurled, presented to you. as i text this down, in my mind, i know that existing quarrels are inevitable. everytime we have to disagree, in my face is just a look of wanting to understand you. nothing more, nothing less. no matter. i love you. i want to be with you. however, we being together is just limited by necessity. necessity that proves a visage that is not cleary seen. a necessity that i want to embrace every moment that i can, with you.

as i listening to the strumming of the guitar, i realise that, alot of life, vibrace, fills the instrument. the vibrance fills me. like a water hole. being filled up, but can never be filled to the brim. however, it remains constant. as the music stays in me. it will be the part of me, and the beats that surround the intellect will be the constant of my life.
-music is not what you hear, but what you experience.

after all these years i have came along. i am standing at the beginning, looking what we have done. after i see the things in the gray area. i see that that is the future of what lies ahead. the things that i have yet to do. the things that are like strangers to me. the journey like a crazy adventure. this is, however, life. it may be wonderful, for all the things that i have done. i see that my past are nothing but bits and pieces of what i have done. buildings constructed halfway, left derelict, unused but seemed used. that's failure.
-starting out on a crazy adventure hunt

sometime, somewhere,
we will meet again,
here,
unspoken,
unnoticed.
only to see you,
walking away again.
silent,
unrelenting.

-XyeThesis