Death is indeed terrifying.
Would you have memories of those who has a connection with you?
Would you still think back to your happiest moments of your life?
Of course…you wouldn’t know these answers… until you experience it for yourself.
But now, that you are living, prepare for something just as bad…
The friends that once you are close with…… shall no longer be close as distance pulls them away.
The happiness you shared with them become numb…just pleasant memories, yet the feelings shall no longer as strong.
Feelings for someone is like a glass ….
If you spend time with them, you pour more water into the empty glass,
and until it fills, you realise how important that someone is to you.
If the glass that was filled was left that way, distance to tear you apart,
evaporation takes place, slowly and slowly……it would eventually be an empty glass….
This is what fears me most.

I wrote another poem…. Isn;t too great, but hope my voice can be heard… for once more.

Distance-Connection
Every dusk after that hour of darkness
No longer could I see those stars in the sky
A moon once half full, is now complete.
Under the stars, as friends we used to walk
Only the gust of wind keeps me accompany.

Reaching my hands into the sky,
To feel the emptiness of darkness
To reduce my life span for years
Could not grant my single wish.

The ground that feels our steps
Shall not always feel the second…
The world that only moves forward…
Doesn’t look back on steps that he took

Time can bring us together
And distance can tear us apart
Strong feelings we had inside
Has a leakage that shall soon be weak.

Is there a place where we could store those precious feelings
Moments we laughed, we cried, we smile
Under the sun, the stars, the moon, we enjoy…
Is there a place that shall never decrease the connection we had?

Random thought of the day.
When you reached to the end of the road, where no longer do those concrete leads you forward, would you turn around and go back? or would you find a way to get your way through the end?

This is how you feel when you graduate.
Where am I going to go? Where do my life leads to? Where do my destiny actually lies?
Just something just scares you so much, right?
Anyway, I let it up for you to think. Life is much tougher once you left school………

even since i was so young, i learnt it from school something called majority wins. If my class has 20 students, and 15 students want to play musical chairs, and 5 wants to play Hide and seek, which would the dear teacher want to follow? With a human brain, you would select the majority. Right? Of course. But when i grew up, getting older and more experience, i don;t see that majority wins anymore. It depends not on how many people decides, it just depends on how much money you will recieve when you get to side with those who are the minority.

When i was in school, i also learnt something called “Crimes are committed, punishment should be practiced” and all the Gods said those who steal are committing a sin. and of course, being an existentialist those who did wrong MUST accept on the things they had done. What is done, cannot be undone, said Macbeth. AND SO, the society taught me that with money, you can run away fro a crime easily, without being testify, and even so, even if you stole a million or billion amount of money from large amount of people, you can still be forgiven. In sociology, i learnt. Laws are meant to be followed. A friend of mine used to tell me, what is the point of a law if we don;t follow it? Yeah, my friend totally rocks… You will see him as the new blood politician soon. BUT that is not the case. Laws are just created to show us that we are being protected, under that, its dirty and filthy, with money flying all over, if you have the money, your sins can be forgiven. WOAH. you don;t even need to confess your sins to god! and no one shall dig the secret of yours out again with the money. YEAH MONEY IS THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL.

Am I saying too much today? I am trying so hard to express myself through literal style, rather than to attack directly, i bet those who knows what i am talking about shall know how much sacsm i have put in through this pece of journal today.

-Akiha Keishu,

No heartbeats today…..

It’s raining outside, and that makes me miss someone……..

I would not mind being called a fragile branch
Which breaks and bends, waiting to be swept
Depending on the big tree to make me stand,
Only the leaves are there will be to keep me accompany.

Season changes, Days to pass…
Flowers, fruits to be with me….
But as the nature decides on a change,
I have to wait for them to return..

I am still a branch attached to the big tree..
Hoping one day i could leave and grow on my own…
I lean to the way the wind blows,
And stood there motionless without…..