Move your body.
Let's dance!


The only music thats making me feel a tad better. Freaked out, dreamt my own death. A door, with a bright light emanating through. A hand pulling me in, my hair swirling beside me. I had no voice at all, even when I know I am screaming. At least, I was trying to. I didn' t know, it was kind of weird. And I saw..


Oh god. It's painful to remember. Dying like that. Is that how dying would be? Why am I so scared of dying? And why am I so obsessed about the topic.

I lie on my bed yesterday. I thought about my life, how many times I've wasted my heart, my energy. I think about why am I going for dreams. How I let myself get trampled by others. I could feel my other self, the stronger side, crying over what I've done to myself. I know I could have done better, have a life of my own, worked harder and have my own love life.

I sucked my own life away. Sad.

Why do I always want someone to see the good side of me? Why do I insist to treat my enemies better than my friends, in hopes that they would be my friend? Why am I so naive? Haven't the news proved how cold the world can be?

I guess I am desperate to cling to the hope, that someday, the world will be much warmer, kinder and less polluted.


Desperate. Me?

Move your body.
Let's dance!


The only music thats making me feel a tad better. Freaked out, dreamt my own death. A door, with a bright light emanating through. A hand pulling me in, my hair swirling beside me. I had no voice at all, even when I know I am screaming. At least, I was trying to. I didn' t know, it was kind of weird. And I saw..


Oh god. It's painful to remember. Dying like that. Is that how dying would be? Why am I so scared of dying? And why am I so obsessed about the topic.

I lie on my bed yesterday. I thought about my life, how many times I've wasted my heart, my energy. I think about why am I going for dreams. How I let myself get trampled by others. I could feel my other self, the stronger side, crying over what I've done to myself. I know I could have done better, have a life of my own, worked harder and have my own love life.

I sucked my own life away. Sad.

Why do I always want someone to see the good side of me? Why do I insist to treat my enemies better than my friends, in hopes that they would be my friend? Why am I so naive? Haven't the news proved how cold the world can be?

I guess I am desperate to cling to the hope, that someday, the world will be much warmer, kinder and less polluted.


Desperate. Me?