TUMMY Journal

And I’m feeling what I know is love

Do I now feel acceptably younger?

When I’m surrounded of love and care

Always in my inescapble reverie

Thinking about the possibilities

Why does it still make me clueless?

When I’ve been here before

Even if I know how this story ends

This is a familiar feeling

Would we end up just friends?

Because they all left me hanging

You act like you and you’re you

I can’t always be right

And I will always be blue

When truly... a character of certain person really does evolve and mature in time. We have our own personal struggles that separates us from our old selves. I’m not saying that I was an asshole back then. I’d prefer to say that I have moments of immaturity. But you know... I’m still the same cool kid who has a growing insecurity each day. I know I’m not just the only one who feels this way.

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This time I write a little poetry

While lying in bed

Past midnight

Thinking about the future solely

Sins I only later realized

Times not only I have missed

The world is now aching

And I miss the sun outside beaming

Are the wasted times now more crucial?

Still breathing

Moviemaking

This is what I do to make my world spinning

When all of menace is over

Remember to give your appreciation

It’s a weird phase modulation

Gods are maybe laughing

But this is far from hopeless

Long live my dreaming generation