Broken life, broken mind.
Broken people,broken city
Broken love, broken heart.
Broken trust, broken relationship.
Broken dreams, broken hopes

But we are suvivors of a broken jungle story.

Broken life, broken mind.
Broken people,broken city
Broken love, broken heart.
Broken trust, broken relationship.
Broken dreams, broken hopes

But we are suvivors of a broken jungle story.

Often times I walk without knowing where the hell I am going. I even have the unsinkable feeling of jealousy over people who had set plans over their chosen destinations.

But here I am looking and walking and observing people towards their destination.

I don't know. but why do I get the screaming feeling of loneliness along with crowded people?

Life has been passing me by like a flash of thunder blowing and floating it's arrival to toward the mad sky..

Where the hell am I going?

She was a terrible lie.
She was a treasure from a fool's gold.
She was the shade of an abandon tree.
She was a dead star on a broken planet..

And She was HE...

The mirrors saw how I cried, but my shadow was smiling behind me. I hope I can reward my soul with a token of smile one day.

We were like two sides of every coins; we got each others back but we couldn't see each other either way.

Some dreams can make you feel that there are still unfinished, unsaid, and unpolished emotions and thoughts..

Sometimes they appear right into your dreams, to bring you second thoughts and woeful feelings..

That there is something wrong..

Does dreams reflects each individual  warmth?

or is it just an ordinary perception created by man's powerful mind? that someone out there. The person you dream over, wants to send you a message? A mental telepathy perhaps?

I don't know either.. All I know is I love sleeping and travelling around my dreams because that's the road to us.

My mind is tickling my dead feelings bringing them back to life..