Cupid is sometimes blind. He shot an arrow to the person whom I can never be with.

We were shot in Cupid's broken bow and arrow.

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...

Heroes are made inside you.
Courage was your DNA.
Change and Love has been installed between your spirit..
Everything was magical inside you..

but one thing is missing..

ME..

I love writing letters. I write a lot of letters to someone but I don't send them anyway.Maybe I will publish a book that are all about my letters to people.

I write invisible poems in an invisible line.
I write invisible words for an invisible person of my life..

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.

When I travel..
The fading light are marrying my sullen eyes..
My hands are crossed for it has been cursed by fear..
The soul departed from its freedom and entered in a cage of night.
My papers are dancing with the endless ink..

Travelling is a wide space angle with different colors of happiness...
Sunsets are reliving my inside dead mind.
natures are waking my blind passion..

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..

Love is sending me another death note from you.

It reads

"Behold I'll be coming again to break you, to make you cry. are you ready?"

The love approaching is another form of hurt that is upcoming.

it's more likely a threat and a treat from Love. A warning and a notice..

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.

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.

I'm sending my love for you in a place called "Graveyard of True Love"

Black is not her color, it's her accessory.
She's fluent in savagery.

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?

Those smiles, those milky eyes. murdered my fainting heart..

In 3 seconds my chest is running
In 4 seconds light are borrowing my sad eyes.
In 5 seconds... I will close my eyes and feel nothing until the next few seconds will comeby.

In sadness I can see my face.
In darkness I can feel my soul.
In madness I can feel my trembling nerves.

But when I'm trying to feel the emptiness inside me? I feel nothing..

She lives on a broken castle
She lives there for a very long time
She patiently waits..

And


waits..




She waits for her death.