Stream of consciousness

Maybe I've never changed at all.
I've never learnt, I've never grown up.
I cried my heart out the same.
I listened to the same heart broken songs.
I loved. I expected. I failed. The same.
But this time, I really hope that that pain, which couldn't kill me, would let me change.
Lots of lesson learnt, lots of thought crystallized.
I should be in the museum of the broken heart.
I would be a living masterpiece. 

รัก ไม่รัก คนที่รัก คนที่ไม่รัก ที่เข้ามา คนที่ออกไป
ความทรงจำที่ดี ก็คือความทรงจำที่ดี

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