drunken summer kites

It was never meant to last

beautiful, slowly decay

fill these sundays with songs more than sadness more than sex

i kind of like you but you pushed me away and now i am gone

8Aug –rooftop over my head and a thunder storm in my heart

i want to escape in the easiest way possible pack my bag with only a notebook and a pen and ofc my camera tiptoe out the window and never look back i want to meet new people along the way sticking to the person you think of in the morning visiting towns with stories big city with street lights ever changing and more importantly i want to have you with me    

Its like I miss you and my surrounding gets really loud and i want to stop a car in the middle of a highway

it feels like nothing ever happen before, walking down the same pedestrian road, buried in his hoodies, chewing on a burger that is supposed to be his dinner. It feels alright, radio statics and silent red light, everyone is laughing at a joke he dun know why.  He dreaded, does love grow old, breathing deeper and smile wider,so i guess you would say that he is happy.  He exist too much, feel too…

sometimes everything is just all temporary, you met someone, had some conversation, hang and chill, and stop talking after that. Then you will meet someone new again, and the cycle repeats itself. People comes and go, sometimes i wish people could stay, or the conversation would never die.

people come and go, some are like cigarettes, others are like burning fire

Killing the last spark of his cigarettes it feels like killing the last hope he’s holding onto in his mind. Walking into the bath, he let water rinsed all over him.   its more of a disappointment disappointed in himself in everything in the girl he maybe likes      

even if it was fate i’m still lucky that our paths crossed

when everything is stripped away it’s just you and me floating there and you floated away too

i dun know what i am feeling

well its the i kinda like you but i dun want to spoil this friendship kind of feeling