But when the time comes, my fingers are motionless.
The heart hardened.
The mind freezes.
I have lost but to myself.
They used to flow.
Words. Poems. Songs.
But that part of me; is nowhere to be found?
Left behind; or hidden.
Or killed by the Growth disease.
I need to begin my search.
And i won't stop till i find it again...
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Crossing junction always a norm of life
Looking for destination perhaps is what I think
You are the best out of yourself as always
You may think
There's a Japanese word called
Ganbatte
you have to start posting more pictures dude...or i'm gonna "un-bookmark" this blog!
hehe
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