#3 Ironic

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Life is good sometimes. 

Though suddenly you realize that some kind of phase may come no matter how hard you deny. Or found out that quarter life crisis slapped you right in your face. Waiter in a coffeeshop whose forgot to add sugar in your peach tea. Rain fell in your busy day. Favorite heels that stuck on the wet land. Memorable song in your intimate chit-chat. Surrounding by friends while you just want to be alone. Mingle with frengers whereas your thoughts demand for solitude. Widely awake all night long before meeting in your early morning.

Cheers a beer in the rooftop with best friends. Chicken curry indomie in the middle of the night. Phones that not ringing yet. Deadlines on your boyfriend birthday's eve. Guitar that you can't play. Trapped in bunch of kiddos when you desperately need your ciggs. Cozy spot that reserved by the current guest. Dismenorhea in your treadmill schedulle. Secretly swept your tears in public transportation. Running out battery when urgently need to call your news sources. Killing your greatest expectation. Say hello and smile when you feel messed up inside. Uncertainty reach your limits.

But even your life full of irony, you know that everything in life has its price. 

Does it make you feel better?

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Sad Song

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness | Gotye

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The thing is, sad song always fascinating me no matter how happy I am.

That's not a problem by the way. Not until you eager to fantasize some crazy ideas, the bitter one, to get some vibe from any song you listened.

But frankly, sad song (or ironic lyric to be exact), made me feels more human. In a weird sort of ways.

#2 The Seething Rain Weeps For You

What if the world spinning too fast and you just waste your gasoline to contemplate? Maybe I’ll just sit here. In the name of contemplating though in fact I was just too lazy to over think my anxiety. Besides, who needs answer when all you ever want is just some safety zone? 

At first you think that you’ll never get old to run for your ideal. The other second you see this as a completely shit of your phase. Then you back to where it was and feel that you ignore something more from the start. Now your ideal turns into reverie. You’re too lazy even just to create some reflective.

So speaking of better days, I try to remember everything. But as the years go by, the dark moments lift like rain clouds do.

Minds

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You know the state when all you want to do just running aimlessly to the place that no one knows you, playing a role, demanding a break, but anything you could do just silently walking in your written path instead. You know it feels so sore.

But admit it. Thats the best thing you could do and we clearly know how pathetic it is. But world nowadays told us that freedom is just an old tale. This norms, that opportunity, leave us with a bunch of responsibility.

So i place my freedom in my mind. You have no idea how crowded was there, in my head, a place where you can have all the moments and create some special twist. Sometimes it could be fiction, history, dreams, or simply weep. And Sometimes i'd like to put it in shuffle.

And you, who knows i put yourself in there too? But i told you its my freedom kingdom so you have no rights nor allowance to lend your hand.