UNDELIVERED MESSAGES

WHEN I DON'T WANT THE WORLD TO KNOW. PICTURES AND WORDS. OF THINGS I NEED TO SAY BUT CAN'T. THINGS THAT WERE SAID BUT NOT HEARD. SENT BUT NOT DELIVERED.

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So she took a peek into the driver’s room.
It was dark, with only small ray of lights coming in through the front (or back, in this case) window.
But does it matter? 
We are all moving forward, she thinks. Nobody cares about the lights behind us, despite its persistence on staying. Nobody cares about what’s left behind.
And that’s the kind of question that never fails to struck her. The kind of question that will tear all her confidence and defenses down, and shredded them to pieces as if some mysterious paper shredder have magically made its way into her mind, stole the delicate faith that she has been building slowly from nothing, and crushing it slowly through its sharp little knives with robotic indifference, non-humanly innocence. 
Nobody cares about what has been.
Why should she?

So she took a peek into the driver’s room.

It was dark, with only small ray of lights coming in through the front (or back, in this case) window.

But does it matter?

We are all moving forward, she thinks. Nobody cares about the lights behind us, despite its persistence on staying. Nobody cares about what’s left behind.

And that’s the kind of question that never fails to struck her. The kind of question that will tear all her confidence and defenses down, and shredded them to pieces as if some mysterious paper shredder have magically made its way into her mind, stole the delicate faith that she has been building slowly from nothing, and crushing it slowly through its sharp little knives with robotic indifference, non-humanly innocence.

Nobody cares about what has been.

Why should she?

- Misery -
We’re so caught up in our own misery, aren’t we? When will it be enough? When is our sadness is sad enough for us?

- Misery -

We’re so caught up in our own misery, aren’t we? When will it be enough? When is our sadness is sad enough for us?

- Sideline -
I’m the one standing not too close to you. Stuck in your peripheral vision.

- Sideline -

I’m the one standing not too close to you. Stuck in your peripheral vision.

Day #66 -Unsaid -
How are you. That was what I wanted to say. But it came out as silence.
It’s what it has always been after all.

Day #66 -Unsaid -

How are you.
That was what I wanted to say. But it came out as silence.

It’s what it has always been after all.

Day #39 - To You -
Send out the alarmsI’m all aloneWrap me in your armsAnd take me home
Home for me is where you are 
(Take Me Home - Us)
*this has been on repeat in my head for days for no reason*

Day #39 - To You -

Send out the alarms
I’m all alone
Wrap me in your arms
And take me home

Home for me is where you are

(Take Me Home - Us)
*this has been on repeat in my head for days for no reason*

#Day 40 - Rainy Days and You -
Seems like rainy days and you, make a symphony (Phill Perry, Rainy Days and You)

#Day 40 - Rainy Days and You -

Seems like rainy days and you, make a symphony (Phill Perry, Rainy Days and You)

#5 - Once -
Because once, love was beautiful.

#5 - Once -

Because once, love was beautiful.

-#4 Caught in between -
When your heart wants to soar.But can’t.

-#4 Caught in between -

When your heart wants to soar.
But can’t.

- #3 Morning -
Coffee and work. And a little thought of you, hiding under the shadow.

- #3 Morning -

Coffee and work. And a little thought of you, hiding under the shadow.

- #1, Not the sunshine -
I’m never the sunshine.I’m forever the clouds, emotionally attached to the rain.

- #1, Not the sunshine -

I’m never the sunshine.
I’m forever the clouds, emotionally attached to the rain.

- Truth Is -
The truth is, I do really want to talk to you.
And I almost did.

- Truth Is -

The truth is,
I do really want to talk to you.

And I almost did.

- Torn -
Will we able to tend the wound?

- Torn -

Will we able to tend the wound?

- Hushed -

- Hushed -

-Crumbled-
All the things I’ve been meaning to tell you. Crumbled to the ground.

-Crumbled-

All the things I’ve been meaning to tell you. Crumbled to the ground.

Was the world made of silence?

Was the world made of silence?