View in Instagram Still a Fly After the rain, I still feel like a fly… Ignored and hated… A burden to the living… A virus to the many… to the praying people… with masks so deep… with pride so thick… I am not your enemy Cause by heart I know, God also created me… – …
View in Instagram My Mom loves this song. She often sing this to me after “Baleleng” to lull me to sleep. I really miss her a lot. I can’t forever deny myself that she’s gone but as of this moment… the pain of losing her is something beyond my comprehension… I love her so much… …
View in Instagram My Drug Buddy She’s coming over, We’ll go out walking, Make a call on the way.She’s in the phone booth now, I’m looking in. There comes a smile on her face.There’s still some of the same stuff we got yesterday. There’s still some of the same stuff we got yesterday, Yeah. I’m too …
View on Instagram https://instagr.am/p/CQnFN5_Hru_/ The Rain makes me just wanna sleep the whole day out and forget about work and other things that corrupt my mind.. It is senseless to worry about thing that can never be changed… All that is sensible right now is to relax and feel the cold air and to listen …
View on Instagram https://instagr.am/p/CJF03lhn6hZ/ Heaven is a drug to people who raise their beads, kneel down and pray each day in exchange of masking their own humanity. We all got our demons. . . . . . . . . Let’s not use good deeds to earn a voucher to salvation… Let’s not use our …