Tired.
Drained.
Back to the Basic.
Revert.
Reversible.
Easy, way, out.
Sometimes, you just ask yourself this question.
Point is?
Or maybe, it is more of a, what’s the point? Just live.
Difference in ideologies maybe.
Ignore the presence
Hey, push it
For once
Sometimes, it just stings
Again
Maybe some, should forego
Let it off, Let it be
You know who you are.
Giant stands tall
Oppression sets
Limit breaker of the Cross
Hung
Drop the fuse
Live the pain
Stars the shoot
Plague
The past was once driven
The present remains steered
Lost, the sheep
The faith, prevails.
Personal space resembles the galaxy.
Passion resembles the faith and dream.
Push a little more, the world will turn out just fine.
It has been a year since I last updated some lines. It was a fruitful year somehow. Note: Was. Things are taking a turn, I think.
He is going to take a chill pill
High-definition style
After all, with the most logical way of reasoning
It won’t be, after all
Make use of your time better
It’s going off again
I can sense it’s coming
Could it be facts, or nonsensical speculations of what is going to happen?
God knows.