the music of the night

in the nook of the midnight drape, i seek comfort in my caffeine while the phantom sings.
the wings takes me to red sun (go ahead, be jealous) tomorrow when the sun rises,
remind me again, i still got a gazillion vectors to be done.

i grieved, this coma state of my blog.
i died many times this holidays and am just about to rise.
the armed forces and their annoying macho-ness, so hard to paint.
the disgusting portfolio preparation, how am I going to CONJURE the best idea in the world for HIM.

i am a great p-r-o-c-r-a-s-t-i-n-a-t-o-r.
why am i still running in knee deep responsibilities,
save me before i drown.

i heard the priest talking about forgiveness and the release of hatred today,
and tomorrow I'd be in a shrine in Japan, mediating.
soon i'd forgive you, with no more emotion towards whatsoever anymore, M.
and than, i'll finally say. I forgive you, M.

i never love a land more than i love this one.
i hear Life calling again.
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thanks dear friends who have sent their regards, and to whom I've not responded to. I really appreciate it.
love you all,
and TDS-ians, i'll bring choya back for parttttyyy!