when there is no place to express your feelings. scared to scream, scared to whisper, scared to write. scared that people will get annoyed by your moaning. scared that people will pity or even laugh at your exaggerating lugubrious feeling.
i'm not exaggerating, it's just the first time feeling this. i don't care. but people care much.
even the wind reminds me. wind never stop blowing. wind never stop reminding me.
thought of being an expert for almost whole my life. but just realized that, not a truly expert. just an inexperience maestro, depending on people's heart-telling-story. depending on these two ears, which are armed with patience hearing people's story.
these two ears told my brain, then my brain build perception pyramid in my soul. that's how i got my expert degree in love subject.
like a cum laude medical student which never practice handling real patient. may be an expert in theory but a loser in reality.
people promise me this blueness will pass. just promising "will" not "soon". hope my body soul heart brain will endure longer that i thought. if not, then, i'm done.
i'm not exaggerating, it's just the first time feeling this. i don't care. but people care much.
even the wind reminds me. wind never stop blowing. wind never stop reminding me.
thought of being an expert for almost whole my life. but just realized that, not a truly expert. just an inexperience maestro, depending on people's heart-telling-story. depending on these two ears, which are armed with patience hearing people's story.
these two ears told my brain, then my brain build perception pyramid in my soul. that's how i got my expert degree in love subject.
like a cum laude medical student which never practice handling real patient. may be an expert in theory but a loser in reality.
people promise me this blueness will pass. just promising "will" not "soon". hope my body soul heart brain will endure longer that i thought. if not, then, i'm done.























