Life goes by, days, months, years. Faded memories. Something that was once there, long gone. Who are we? What are we? Tired of running around in circles where's that calm straight road to walk on. People passing by. High on life. Sure. Truth? Lies? Do we care or do we simply speak out of jealousy? People change, things changes the world moves around. New places, new faces. How come we always have something to complain about? Who gives a shit anyway?
Friends, aren't those the people who suppose to be our nearest?

Don't forget to live life because death only brings sorrow to the world.