This Fookin Night

Nights have always been my refuge. When it’s dark and most people sleep. Nights are much more aware, much more true and much more real. Nights are when the demons are out and you know what you do to defend yourself from them. Since I know that the demons are no longer under my bed but inside my head, nights are when I know who I truly am and how I cope with things that cause hurt and pain.

An Accent that i Love

I love watching Harry Potter, and I love the way they speaking in the Movie. And then i search in a google what accent they speak, i found that they speak in Britisih accent. After a couple of day researching about british Accent. I learn that accent but i didn't know how to pronounce it, it's just like a normal english but with accent (LMAO i don't know how to say it). There is like this schwa sound, like in the word "Water", you don't have to pronounce the T sound, so it's sound Wa'Er. Like "Do you want a bo o of wa'er", Bottle but the T is gone (There is lot of meme about this i found in Twitter and Youtube LMAO I love it tho). it's not schwa sound but it's Glottal T, Sorry for your misunderstanding. I just want to write this so i can clear my mind. Because My mind always thinking about everything, And its not stopping. 

I think thats it for today, because i have to go to Clinic today. So i dont have time to write everyting in my mind, tonight i'll Continue. Bye.

Hope is a Prison

Hope is like a light, a light that never goes dim. A light that can withstand heavy storms, howling winds and murderous rains. It remains burning, defying logic, fighting against the odds, standing there like a proud soldier in a war torn field.

Hope is stupid. Sometimes, the light is meant to go off so that the sun can shine. Hope is a prison. Hope, like chains, binds you to something instead of bringing freedom. It forbids you from moving on.

Failure, destruction set you free. Everything falling apart is good for you. Even snakes shed their skins every now and then, a new person is born. Possibilities, opportunities that you can create, emotions that you can experience, places that you can visit. It’s a blank piece of canvas and you can paint whatever you want on it. It’s yours to color.

Hope is stupid. The hopeless ones are free. They are free from the chains of disappointment. If something is, something will be. Hope of it turning into something else is what kills a man.

A man is a man, a lion is a lion and a pig is a pig. Except for caterpillars and butterflies, transformation into something else is illusion.