The awkward silence of the night slowly creeps up upon the troubled heart. there is nothing to look forward in staying up but yet insomonia forces him to stay awake... There are much work to be done but yet the frustrations of recent events deter him from doing them. the confused mind keep seeking to find out what he truely desires...



I long for the days where things were simpler... Where i truely know wat i wan. Where i had the drive to achieve wat my heart desires... Is it just an moment of weakness? I long to know the answer to the thing bugging me...