Magical process

Being happy is always become desire for people regardless of their specific condition

Think of something and craving for other things are our ultimate friends forever

Some other thing that is unreachable

Some other thing that sometimes at the cost of other people

Some other thing that we believe as representation of what we have lost

But, actually have you ever asked yourself; are you really happy after getting those things that you are craving for?

Let me tell you, I have asked myself

And thousand of thoughts were coming out fighting each other for their existence

Look at that, even thoughts itself are fighting, trying to convince you with another thoughts

No matter which one comes out as a winner, it couldn’t stands equally with that magical process which I perceived to be the greatest moment in my mind

Joy and sorrow

Little different that exist between joy and sorrow, but still its separable
It might be a shade or a slight scar from the way you look
Its weary..
And even too dreadful for me to sneak into that nook but 

Its even harder to stay longer in this vacuum space which kneads your longing and fear
I'm standing in between with  harmless knives just to make me comfort

Either this too painful or too joyful, someone please tell me what's  real
Its too excruciating from the way it sound

If this what people called as life...
Please take me out for a while until its all get balance and humanize

The end

Such been a long time finally this journey leads me to the end..

Don't be panic let the stream brings you somewhere you have to be..

Either the other gate or the exit door..which destiny offered to you..nothing to argue about

This end that I have never think about..and worried so much..cause I believe the power of mine,but..
This end that I used to cover by my imaginary dream from each piece of puzzle that you created
This is the end that lifted me up to the another painful story

This is the end that leave the scar in every thoughts that I have

The end that makes me keep asking why and why?
Then..should I cover it up by a colourful wrapping paper so everybody will give their best smile on it 

or 

Should I throw it to a wonderful sky and get coloured by itself

Goodbye

Either this gonna be the first, second or third time doesn't really matter
I still make a friend with this beauty and cruelty..
I got caught up the more that I want to lose

The first time I feel so mess up..until I don't know where it will take me..
Hear and feel me..that's what I used to say..and forget about me dear that's what I heard in such romantic way you assumed..

Nothing's wrong with the feeling and everything..it just stay there in a silent way til the end of my journey..

Don't touch, the pain is hanging on my backbones..
Please guide me to runaway..so I can shout and tell goodbye to my almost lover goodbye my hopeless dream..