Her soul belongs to the city Where kids don’t get oldAnd flowers never die.Where hearts are never sold And women no longer cry.A place that never existed; is where she belongs.Forever lost;The woman who has a colorful mind; for she will always choose to fall in love with whatShe may never find …

All the roads I’ve taken Took me back to myself To the dreams of that little girl I once did kill inside.To the laughs of that innocent heart I’ve naively dimmed its light.Everything has led me back to me And though I’ve felt the blissing, I’ve noticed the signs I still chose not to see …

Those things you have but stupidly don’t appreciate Are on someone else’s wish list …Be grateful!

I have never feared death,Nor the fact that my life will come to an end one day.All I’ve ever been frightened of is to be a walking dead or that one morning I may wake up with no aim to be alive.It scares the hell out of me that maybe one day I’ll lose my desire to love, to dream, to have hope or even to smile.I don’t fear to be dead, I fear to live and not being alive…

Isn’t so scary that the person you used to daydream about is the same one who left you with so many nightmares?!

Too tired of living under the same sky with their old faces.So sick of being in the same room with their echoing voices.They made my soul heavy, as much as they corrupted my mind.They forced me to see my world in their colors as if I were a colorblind.A walking dead is what they made of me, but I cannot take this anymore. I’ll find my way back home to the old me;To the beautiful dreamy little girl I’ve been before…

I remember standing on the window at night,Waiting for my falling star ; so that I could make a wish or two.Only as I grew up did I realize that this has never been the way to make a wish comes true