Stairsway

It's another same day of duty.
I was like a robot being control by some remote.
I'm feeling so filty.
It was only at 00:23, when i was seeing purple smoke.
And it just strike me that years have gone past just like that.
On the exact date and month.

Places been before seems so greyish.
You stayed the far east.
But we were at the north side.
The 2nd time seems so familiar, and only the 2nd time.
Things are missing somehow.
I don't want to think about it.

But god, it's too unfair.
I'm the only one that keep coming across all these fragments.
The other end were having fun without worries.
Tonight you'll step down to me.
I'm not trying hard or creating any chances.
Letting it run by itself is what i've choosen.

But enough is more than the liters.

So you'll step down??

C.K.

It's in your hands.

I don't know what's my purpose of writing so much.
I bet nobody will ever read it.
But i think i don't care.


It's just somewhere that i can pour my thoughts without any comments.
It's like my little room with my little table and comfy chair.
With all the space i can ever find.


Now i'm just a lost child for a moment.
All i can do is to finish what's not done.
And slowly answers will be finding me instead of me hunting it.



Dreaming out loud will end up nothing.
It will get you to no where with pieces of dreams.
I'll be looking for weekends with a messed up mind.


I will not let it fade away
And i don't think it'll fade away so easily.
The only thing against is time.

I really thanks all those who have been reading my space these while.
Although some may just appear to be invisible or unidentified.
But i thanks for the time spend to read my thoughts.
:)

C.K.