Visual Diary

I hope no one finds out how it feels...

I'm afraid i may never forget your words...

All my life, I've been a ghost...

The one who is willing to leave their homeland, isn't happy...

fooled by my own illusion...

Eventhough for sure, you dont remember me, do you?

Did anyone ever feel alone this much?

My eyes were filled with tears, i couldn't see you leaving...

Whats the use of my hands, if they can't reach you?

did Sisyphus trust the process?

I've forgotten how your touch felt...

I just wanna run away

Dead flowers hold more beauty...

What if i forget you afterall?

How many springs are there in a lifetime?

What happens once, is as if it have never happened at all...

You still love him, but he loves someone else...

Grow, as if there was no winter...

How long can yo hold on to a memory?

Cause I'm just a reflection of you and You're just a reflection of me...

How do you know if it's really dead?

Whenever i wanna talk to you, i cry instead...

i can't hold it and i can't let it go...

I'd rather be alone...

you leave but your memory stays...

Homo homini lupus est...

I think the part of me that loved you, was the same part that hated me...

All the broken glass reminds me of home.

How do you find peace in a world full of chaos?

Now, I see you in everything that shines...

I wonder if you see me in everything that cuts...

The more beautiful it is, the sooner it'll die...

Can you see the truth beyond the fears?

I loved the monster in you... i was willing to feed it...

I write things i can not say...

I still feel your heart shining, my sun...

but there's the earth between us...

They say there are signs of god in everything

Isn't death a sign of god's cruelty?

I don't know what to do with all this love, I have for you...

I still wonder if it was all just a dream...

Slowly drowning in myself....

Dreams are stretched to reality...

I was deceived...

Something are meant to fade, some are meant to last....

A faint sharp memory...

I will give this love to he world...

You are the things you love...

Grief will haunt those who forget...

There are thing you say, and thing you don't...