.Me Life.

It is a journey

East to west

Where

we choose our own path

I also have my own path

Some will said, they got right

They will take pride in their street

For me, if you keep believe 

with every your own single step

You find your own Heavens

there

Which you believe

it is the actual grant

I? 

Still suffocated

What I want

Sometimes, mine like

stuck in stalls

So, i just keep imagining

The thing that suits me

Something that is not on earth

It is PERFECTION

Like a Thor

Like Anwar and Bamband a  good speechers,

Like a radiohead, perfect song suits him

But me

Can only try to be as 

Avril

Wrote on her truth experience

So, i keep writing in my own paint

Hope it was worth it

P?s : I do not want you to be me, just enough to feel this pain that I am fight using all of my strength

Purely Wrote in Pain,

AnakMudaDiary @ P.M.A.C