of empty hallways and cereal boxes.

life is like those broken toilets in derelict malls,
when you hit the switch, nothing happens.

childrens of the night.

as we return to the night,
we return to what we are,
to where we were born.

and thus we will return,
to where shadow reigns,
and shapes begin to lie about their existence.

of admittances and dead-ends.

those lines was written,
on a white lit background,
of a contrasting black LCD screen.

it was muted.

a sincere imitation of life.

but as fake as it is,
the pain it creates is so very real.

snapshots.

*click*

"why so glum?"

"i am wondering what to say.."

"say to whom?.."

"to peoples i know and dreams left unsaid.."

"what left unsaid?.."

"some of our certain past, some that we will met in our future.."

".....oh.."

"....forget it, just forget it.."

*click*

ps.

she said,

"you deserve better than this!"

then, as fast as the night turns to day,
she vanished.

of months of our years.

 another month waned and died, and i'm still living in deep grudges.


yes, i live my day as empty as i ever be.

if only things were different between me and you, will there be a void looming there in a place where my heart once called home?

will i finally be able to solve the riddles, that been so long assaulting me with so many puzzles to solve?

and yes,

will i still be alone?

update.

whee...

just a small update here, been working on some wicked project

hope it works.

ta-thaa~