an acne

she's looking at me..
i'm staring my self..
and then...

I'm stuck in my web..
in the middle of chaos..
yes fuck the rule..
for the complicated damnation i dont wanna be
but i'm expect for the good respect..
when all my words doesnt matter at all for me to speak with the universe
you know what i'm talking about?
no, i dont get it.
i'm just waiting for the dawn
so, every confused moment never knock me down..
Hell yeah, Buddy..
that's the light i wanna be..

Allan Dimas Japanese Name

Your Japanese Name Is...

Masakazu Nakamura

What's your Japanese Name?

Nights

Nights are beautiful. Nights are peaceful. Nights are quiet. Nights are almost still.
Nights are what I have been living on for years.
Nights are secrets. I have had too many secret nights.
Nights are what I need to go through my days. Days are normally too overwhelming for me.
I'll replay what happened in the nights again and again in my mind until the memory fades and a new one sets in.
The world is just different without the blinding sunlight.
The orange hue along the streets is enough.
I try and remember every moment in my secret nights as vividly as I can.
I used to write down every detail in my diary.
But secrets grew darker and writing becomes more difficult.
Now, I just write secret nights inside my mind.
As I replay current nights, I try and capture those memories that are running away.
How much space can one heart reserve for secrets anyway?
I'm sure I must have lost some memories already.
Nights are my moments.
No one would ever know what really happened.
So when my memory forsakes me, those that I once had would never be known.
Not even to myself...