rndm 9 // let go of me
I hate to make this about me but love songs doesn't hold much power anymore.
And love, and sadness sound the same.
Strong words, to hold such uncanny emotions.
If life is a sad song, I'd hate it.
To posses such intensity, there must be guilt.
Love must bring happiness,
But why does it held opposite.
A casual conversation always end up to different opinion.
I suppose to respect yours, but this conversation is like silent argument.
We are going different ways, without telling each other.
It is funny that we made plan for the future, when we know it's the end.
We keep on saying things we don't mean, like a cryptic reminder for ourselves.
A recall of unconscious belief of heaven and hell,
And like forever we made another make belief to, top up our guilt.
I know we talk endless, we actually reach fleetingness.
Are we hopeless souls?
It is just that, maybe souls goes to outer space,
And black holes are the sad souls that will take us extreme nothingness.
I guess we already reach the universe.
Shining stars are the dying one.
If, I'm a shining star, I'll be dying then.
I'll glow for the last time.
Will you please don't remember me?
So that I can at least feel alive.
It doesn't matter if it is good or bad.
Please let go of me and the memory of me.
