Sometimes i wonder,
what it really takes for a bird to fly.

Is it the wings or the urge to fly?
Is it the calling or the wanting to fit in?
Is it for freedom or the act of boredom?

Nobody knows the right answer,
nor anybody knows the wrong answer.
But life still goes on,
with or without it.

Cause we live in uncertainty conditions,
we're built in it and we're used to it.
Don't keep searching for the answer,
you will find it when it wants to be found.

what am i?
a hopeless romantic

Day after day,
Month after month,
Year after year,

The ice in Antartica,
will melt into water.
And the tension between us,
will vanish onto the skies.

It's just a matter of time.

All he gives me,
was the silent treatments.

It sure kills me,
but what else could i do?

to turn it all around,
to make it not.

the sun always rise from the darkness,
and so are you,
my dear.