FINALLY, I'm bored with this skin. Perhaps I should change it into a different theme, but what? What's my theme now. What thrill me. Knowledge? It's getting dull, nothing is appreciated. What symbolize never ending pursue of eternal knowledge? Total nothingless, pitch black void deep inside the abyss. Faith? Faith that you never get swallowed inside the darkness? Color, the exact opposite of what you are always are is total abyss to me. Oblivious to what it represent. Oblivious to color. Nature is blessed. The external beauty calm's ur mind and pleasure your eyes. Internal beauty of nature take over ur heart, sooth your soul and burst of never ending possibility or facts of life....BEAUTIFUL... mind is got greatest nature of endless possibility of thinking...

Kids now a days should really appreciate their youth. I am still young but I miss my youth. There they go wasting it....for what they seek is thrill and reputation. Reputation is earned by countless possibilities. Reputation means nothing to me.

Words are just words and words can't kill. Words are just words and words can't hurt. Words are just words and words don't feel. Words are just words and words don't hurt.

An idea is nothing without an action. The action is nothing without the follower. The follower won't follow without the symbol.

Word's implying an idea that does not have any action and any symbolic value, I will not follow.

Word's implying an idea due to previous action caused however the symbol not valued, I will not follow.

Word's implying an idea die to previous action caused and the symbol is great, the symbol is you, depending of the words said implying to an idea, I may or may not follow.

Symbol is of the essence, the symbol is nothing without the followers but an idea is nothing without a symbol. If the symbol is great enough or strong enough, words or idea that bring you further from the symbol, might not be heard at all. SYMBOL is everything.

What is symbol? What is my symbol? Where is my symbol?

Confusing? Doesn't make sense? Well, what you going to do? Sue me?

It kind of shitty when u miss someone, u try ur very best yet the feeling come and go. Can I not just see u for awhile, from a distance, u will never notice me. I want to see your grace, your smile, U dont have to know im here. Just watching you from a distance that u won't realize.......

FUCKING STALKER

ahahah....k shit, pretty random. SUE ME

I scrap my previous post as i found that there was technical error on it, perhaps it shall be raised up one fine day, and no one will know what it means.

There was a time that world was beautiful. There was a time that everyone felt appreciated and needed in this world. As you grew, you see the pollution in the world. You will slowly get swallowed in the darkness that consume this world. Truth is, this world is not as bright and full of hope as we think in our younger days. As you grow old and weak, so does your ambition.

Invisible entity of pure fear rage inside me. My ignorant does not allow my heart to feel this fear, it stays hidden, it stays real. Forgive me for my self righteous fear that consume me. Fear of nothing, soon you will realize, nothing is everything.

Crawl from this pitiful excuse of man.

Doesn't make sense? What you gona do? Sue me.

I have already changed back...for those who didnt notice it, i am sorry.ahaha, aniwaes, ONE LUP!

Assumptions, assumptions. Pathetic amount of assumptions that dwell in the mind of many. Speak with assumption, speak stupidly, pathetic attempt to know the truth without trying. Hint's of life is never noticed. Hint on doing is long forgotten. Old body, young mind,stagnant thoughts, life is so pathetic. Not mine. Others.

Words that make no sense, words that think one is superior. Emotions rage in heart, seeing not the truth but delusion. Lost in on your own, not knowing what to do. Release this emotion pathetically, in hope to hurt the source of this emotions. Pitiful, so weak. No plans, no idea. Just trying the luck that does not shine forever. Pray for curse, pray for death, pray for pain, pray for suffering. In hope it come's true, but one tend to forget, why would god do that?

Thought's, thoughts, random thoughts.


You can't be both a sinner or a saint, as miracle from god won't happen to you, gift from devil will not come either. You end up suffering, all you have is hope and faith, and heart, heart that will try as far to hold to what he believe. What if what u believe shattered in front of your eyes. Don't expect for a miracle, don't expect for smile of devil. All you can do is smile, eyes stoned, heart heavy and soul shattered. As merciful as god is, as the stars smile across the endless skies, an angelic aura could be felt. A inspiration of thoughts, a void of endless knowledge. A set of new pair of eyes to see logically, a set of mind to think diplomatically, a tongue to speak tactfully, heart to feel reasonably, touch that can feel the wind, tree and air once more. The thought of not being able to read this aura, it amuse me I can't read, it's interesting, though it's killing me, yet it's interesting. You amuse me.

Many things doesn't matter to many, many things doesn't matter to me.
You are as precious as me. Don't assume that i state you are precious, your as insignificant as me.
This odium that i have, it comes it goes. As long as it don't linger for too long, it is fine.