ey yo ~ i

eh yo.. it's 03:00AM. I'm lying in my bed holding "numbed" body to cotton bedsheet. Pillows underneath my head & blanket on me providing me the comfort of night as y'all know i've been night owl since not gone weeka but past few encountered years. I tryna being morn eagle but ah... everytime i stepped up the unbound stairs of "to-do" list, i slipped back down to the the grave of forsaken land so i gave up but tonight i wondering, for how far i can walk along such a pattern that i've enrolled me.. myself with? Everything's new. Everyone keep going but me.. ah I - the real me - just keep swinging with the same old paradox of life having no fun with time, resulting, am getting grown... and adolescence is gone so far as since maturity entered my life, & you know what, when i open my eyes, it's dawn. So let's take a look what i do have to speak in guise of my own professionally written musical write that's given below & being written when am home:

#Tagline : With age, everything goes faded away even your adolescence as well that's been drooled up with fun, once, a very long ago.

I.
Lying in my bed. Spilling words on P-screen.
Sometimes ecstatic. Sometimes am dreamed
Whatever i had gone eroded... by winds
What's left in life's already relinquished.
Funny it is, how yankee life is. Sometimes.... does bleed... so sometimes gets freezed
Boldwarmth & coldwinter lost 2 Rhythmicity
Night hummed in sky, da kite - my naiveté.

II.
Lying in my bed am whispering what come
Pondering it down with words my mind cum
Flickering the light in the night i unburn
Mesmerising the truth that's being auburn
Negotiatin wht's past. W/past m being done
Unforgetting gone time - da time's undone
Am being no sage as since people, eye-cunt
World gone ablazed & i... lost my whole fun.

And.. eh yo, it's 03:50AM, man!
Took about 50 minutes to write 'tis write, online. Sounds interesting!

ps. Wrote this post late night on google+ around at 03:00A.M so just thought to drop it down here on blogging page either.