:: The Anonymity ::

Fictional Stuff of My Non-fictional Life


I don’t have that feeling again

Seems like it vanished

Gone with my worries

Carried by my own defensiveness


I cannot sense a thing

I’m not able to predict

or I’m just too afraid with my prediction

Maybe I was just selfish, conceited…

But, the truth is I am brittle

It’s hard to breathe

It’s like I put a big stone on my chest

No fresh air in or out

All gone…



Ya Rabb, I cannot think any kind of things clearly… Am I hopeless? Why did these dreams vanish? Can I really grab it as a real one, reality…



February 13, 2011 - Posted by | I just run!!!

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