The Beautiful One

I'm writing this post in the middle of untold fear.
i dont know why i am this typical of person.

when im afraid, i pretend to be chill
when i want to cry, i smile and laugh instead
tears dont wanna come down

but heart is hurt until i think the sadness maybe will swallow me alive.
today i should have a very good day
i have a fabulus reunion, a nice nap time and a relaxing saloon session.

but i dont know why, in the saloon, maybe this man, the masseuse has a magic hand that made me feel sad, insecure and want to run that moment

i feel hurt, my body my arms yet my heart...

after everything has done i bought a worshiper music which i rare to do it. my body shake and shake again, trembling as that moment i will be collapse, tear apart like a piece of paper.

im afraid
i pack a lot my fabric this night, i throw away many things and u cry the painful cry
my body still trembling like a leaf

i want to flee

my life is a waste... why i disgrace what i have like this
i dont know either

maybe people see me as the strongest which not even let tears drop in my father's funeral
but im the weakest

if i cry, i maybe turn to be crazy

i need a hand and a hug this night, which i never can have

all i see in the mirror is just a girl, a girl with the beautiful smile with the painful heart

teach me to express please, because it is realy hard to do







If we have to fall now

i am supposed to make a long story for the job i live in now.

i already write it much in this post but i change my mind.

it's not about what i share and what i tell you.
nothing will change anything.

it's more like, let's take an action than keep talking.

it has been a week in a super blue. me and my partner already speechless for everything that's happening.
we are already done, we can't stand up. we lose our passion. we may will be apart.

as what we do is no longer what we like to fight for.

we are now just so numb.

i am wondering if we count do any better again.
maybe we will reach our biggest cut loss.
our disappearance.