Prologue
One of those days, i felt this unusual feelings about those lies flying through my souls and i can never imagine what society going to say if they starting to realize, that this is probably the real deal we might have to face until the next afterlife, i started to believe that those unspoken words and comfort could be our salvation in our lonely night and despair times. Each every hours of my life i often met many statues wear different masks, slithering through every shade and corner, imitating others pride and footsteps...whispering white lies and corrupts every single connection they pass by, but i guess i have to choose walk by it rather than facing it like a samurai commiting hara-kiri, believe me it's not about scared to embrace the change...it's just many people got hypnotized by twisted words and presume every new pressence as a threat.
From doing daily activities to family affairs, i just can't deny the fact that how can many people can be blinded by those holy words that came out from their own relatives, those gleaming eyes and tickeling mouth surely got unmeasurable stock of fishy story to overcome their insecurity towards reality that they already lost in real world...about losing interest for knowing their own shadow in every mirrors they encounter. As i searched something to hold on to, i began to wonder...what are the odds...these air is like nothing i've ever felt before...glispering me from my spine to my very eyes...is like something trying to reach me out from cave of valhalla, even though it feels strange to overcome...i just presume it as a glimpse of another wave of time and realm.
Despite every cruelity i've been through...i just don't know...how can those tears that came out from my own eyes can be very addictive and miserable at the same time, those charming cold tears slowly giving me time to appreciate and recover from all of those white lies people tell me to trust...at the end i can already tell, that all of those act and body language are foreshadowing their true nature of being neutral in every new persona they met, from all of those rewarding that i can get behind it...i rather let it slipped to my ears...and presumed it as another form of failure to control sorrow and ego, like a turtle trying to get out from their own shell. It seems like i just have to carry on and keeping it real...not because im trying to be the one who's wiser in many people eyes...it's just seems like they're not prepared for every words im going to say...and just clap it up like another normal conversation. Rather than becoming allies with them i think i just have to love my self more and proud about who i am...
thinking about something positive that can bring me to sleep well and calmly...like an invisible tears beneath heavy rain.

