The drops are so much deeper, and the highs aren't high at all. Ongoing expectant measures listed, of these persistent calls to pressure. To fill a frame that's drained, when switching off is no longer an option. Are these real problems or signs of age?
Before was easier, yesterday simpler, but would the early days help to mould, when you've already grown from there. Late observations of missed play, a rug pull calls out the fool to vacate. As we're a little bitter in vain, there's no sweetness today.
I want to paint you there, so I never lose you again even the sun wil set my pain everywhere. I want to paint you, but I am not a good painter who will make you a good picture in a frame or in the wall I always hang it out. I will make you come to see in the colour I love it should be.
Indonesia, 2nd April 2021 Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Who punishes? Who is punished? It's all in the game One remain in their frame Tormentor can torment There's no atonement **** remains always **** It's never a hit Lens may zoom in on a beautiful face Does it mean It's in the race? Learn to live with grace One day there wouldn't Be a trace
Mindful of others, but always deeper in thought. You call it the folly of an inquiring mind,
Concern some may say diving to deeply unsure of where this may take me. Regarding the complexity of a frame. I just see more than those who open a door, and only see the other side. So if the the hinges hold it what was behind. Is it wrong to have an interest in more than what others see as normal without yearnings to find out what was, what's more.
Where I wished to delve deeper was only an excuse for others to want it to wither. never would I intrude, but my searching eventually causes some unintended pain. So I relent, I'm curious of the outcome some say.