Eccedentesiast

i'm beautifully broken

shattered piece of art.

Love, and its all pain.

Water, and all its seas

storms, and all its rain,

the wind, every breeze. 

i'm fire, and all that is frozen

All the war, and all of the peace,

i'm beautifully broken,

the almost prefect masterpiece.

Dear no one

Showed condition by the poem is my struggling way to recovered up. Really hope all you guys in a better condition, then sorry i'm bad in english but still try my best. Tonight, feel little bit fever, little bit hv any problem in my throat, in my stomach too, little bit give up, more broken, and more more insecure, i mean like in the end imbuprofen can't help me.

Honestly i've no word to start it, it took so long tht i lost my ambition to anything, lost my feeling to hv or reach something, yaps it took so long. of course its stressed me up, so empty, and nothing.
Talk about life, i realize that ambition is alwys part of soul, but i'm lost.

to be continued...