A brief snapshot of a summer night.

A Poem Of Some Musings Of Life.

Nothing else…

A lazy afternoon at my favorite coffee shop.

I think immaturity and the word "grow up" are both useless now since it’s been repetitively mentioned and said to the same people or people with a certain attitude. Anyways, I shouldn’t be bugged over this but I certainly have due to the immaturity and the status of child-like mind creatures I dealt with in the past.
we often want to play heroes whether to feel good or to feel like we’re this awesome person who protect someone yet sometimes we forgot that being a hero sometimes isn’t needed cause why bother being a hero when you don’t know both side of a story, when you see two civilians having an argument and you defend one over the other? I don’t think that is a motto of a hero and in case you don’t know I myself assume that a hero’s job is to protect all and bring justice not defend one cause he/she is the hero’s friend. So, stop being a hero when it comes down to your friend and someone unknown to you trying to argue and resolve a problem! Simple just BACK OFF!

A musing on the importance of making memories that last long after we are gone.

Once upon a time you felt what I’m feeling, don’t deny it we all want the same thing and that is to be free.

The flowing words, flowing intimately inside my bloodline.

I’m not mean, I just want to prove a point.

Watching and wishing…