random trash

heart is beating on a different rate
i hate it when it happens
predicting something i couldn't avoid
what use of foreseeing it?

sand in my palm i couldn't grip
slowly flowing as i tried harder
something are meant to return to their own form
well some..choose to evolve
somehow..i stayed
..for awhile

sometimes my heart demand for somethings
but i couldn't supply
my family couldn't supply
my believe couldn't supply
money is pleasing
for that something made by flesh
but somehow
couldn't sustain larger strength
fragile..
even when the world is no longer enough

until my heart understand
this is not the solution
i can't be you
some as you couldn't seems to know
who cares anyway
my foot size is bigger than others
i think i can walk abit faster^^

confession from
a brad
a friend
a lover
a fall out
a dreamer
still human