i n m y h e a d i sung a song

much to say of so many but my mind says nothing of such.

In the beginning it didn't really take much time in knowing what I wanted, but it seems as if an eternity has passed and yet still im no where near.

The world is a deceptive world, and its people are all actors.

In my head is a myriad of faces and faces and names. Yet only some bears the full picture. i wish to sing, to attached some notes on my musical life that bears so much tragedies and so much joyous occasion. Hamlet fails to par it self with my tragedy, and only Romeo suffers what I have suffered.

All is not lost, some hopes still lives and some dreams still being dreamt off.

sometimes feelings comes when just for that moment once, and then leave you again to suffer isolation.

i find it hard to know what i want, i find it rather difficult to know what exactly is that thing im looking for that i seem to have lost or misplaced. always out of sight and hidden. like a missing piece of the jigsaw, i couldn't feel whole. the picture was not complete. i needed something to complete the picture yet i don know what.