Sometimes

you sit here, eyes cast down on the keyboards. finger tips almost touching the letter..
and you feel,
but you dont know how to write whatever that you really want to write.
a burst of emotions jumped in a deep black forest, your thoughts tangled through each branch and leaf. your mentally disabled.
you cant think.
but you can only feel.
and you just cant write it down.
remember those around you, faces youve seen.
some you still remember, others you have forgotten. but somewhere back in your mind, you can still feel a hint of their identity, still lingering in you.
pieces of you shaped and engineered by all those you have love and hated.
you are the creation of your experience.
and those you meet. they are the essence that you shape your self with.


there is that stage in your life...
a certain stage that has nothing to do with a certain age or a year
it comes to everyone, and whenever and however it does. it leaves you completely changed.
its that stage where you gain something only to lose everything else with it