Young the Giant - "Strings" In The Open Session

the song of the night.;p

.so close to something left unknown.

the transmission of an affection.

perfect your satisfaction.

the vibes that lose its direction.

replace the missing fractions.

the hopes are losing their ways.

reaching an unknown destination.

while created out of their say.

resembles beatles' nowhere man it may.

blurry minded and blinded heart.

confused eyes and stupid thoughts.

flowing like a flood in thailand.

show some mercy on the mother land.

the truths are not the truth anymore.

the lies are not just lies i'm sure.

keep moving my steps off the ground.

i failed to change, there is no sound.

the astray dogs are looking at me.

thought they've seen a perfect meat.

no incarnation i can think of.

as i rather die for nothing now.

created out of nothing,for nothing.

2.11 am.

28th oct 2011.

iium

.the bitterness of internet scholars.

is it true?

that students nowadays.

have a better access to more information.

overloaded and limitless data from the internet.

but the not so good part is.

they are either knowing too much.

and understand too little.

or they understand too much.

and comprehend too little.

or they comprehend too much.

and think too little?

boring.-_-

goodnight guys.

2.19 am, 12.10.2011

from a pathetic guy who think that the world we are living is so full of inefficiencies and lack of the real energy.

too bad.

.when the least fall down too soon.

it's not unusual.

nor it is something normal.

it's the cliché of everyday's situation.

where we live in the world full of assumptions.

blink it once or twice.

the red narrow light caught your attention.

on the ceiling is the world of mice.

where none of the sounds seem to be an affection.

sometimes it's tiring,sometimes it's fun.

trying so hard to work on your dreams as yourself may.

can't yell at moon or shout at the sun.

because you are lost when you have nothing to say.

gibberishly speaking.

none of us are sinking.

but the least.

do.

no idea what i'm talking about?

-_-

.haze.

behind it,you can't tell.

the surface of underlying truth is coloured by an artificial pretentious cover.

the sound that is coming out from it tells a different story.

and thus, the truth is still not being uncovered by any of your fury.

the sickness of hopes have let yourself down.

the perfect lies are the one who make you still standing strongly.

but too bad and it is too late that you have awake.

of reaching the point that we are all fake.

amusingly claimed that you know what is wrong with the world.

while you have failed to know what is wrong with you.

your idealistic mind is not suitable.

to exist in the world while we are all still puzzled.

by everything.

the confused soul.

Friday, October, 2011

.mesmerized.

i am not a mr nice guy.

i am not a socialite.

and thus people don't easily get comfortable being around me.

and for that i am sorry.

for them.

and for myself.

i have tried my best.

or still trying.

to win everybody's heart.

but it is proven.

that i failed.