Herido

I wrote this in the dark, for the dark.

When craving stops, he left you in peace

I wonder if he ever cares

Gawk at the shadow that never returned

I slit my wrist, hoped for better tomorrow

But tomorrow never comes.

Grandmother

You think it'll be the same without you right.

You broke my heart once, you can break it once more which you did. The thought of you not being there just freak me out, it sadden me what you can do. So insecure, so drunk, anguish make pretty. You are not making this easy to me.

I wish no matter where you are, you will remember the family you once had, It's just not the same without you.

Wish you were here.

Lets hear the Light

I know I'm sad, I'm colorful too

Even in places where light is forbidden, in some crazy bizarre weird sorta surreal way, a ray of a dimmest light always survived through, thinking of that image in my head just makes me smile. But not for long, imagination.

Grace To The Strong

The Golden Calf

We are all alone in our own separate ways, so singularity make peace with it, adventure on our own. Ruled by digital age, none can be assure that he or she is happy, even for the blessed. 
Even for the blessed.

Loneliness seems dreadful when you least expected it, though it is true when you believe in your company.

I'll forgive your ignorance, for what I have done you would never understand. You shall be excluded, gracefully excelled off the game. You are not needed here, nor is your tendency to think otherwise.

Bring light to the weak, dark twisted fate, let my dearest dear be awaken. Reach beneath what you seek and let it sink in, deep down will you find peace and harmony. 

For the material of a designer is creativity, and that of statuary bronze, so the subject matter of the art of living is each person's own life.