music is being a part of my life. i can be existed for nothingness, i can be filled in emptiness, i can be participated in loneliness. whatever problems come along my way, music ceases to create sadness and little by little dissolving past memories as overcoming stressful moments sometimes. I’m not really a romantic person, sentimental songs make me feel creatively inspired for some reasons I can’t be compromised, i must share old experiences. mostly my writing went well by the time i was very depressed and disappointed. i chose to make things right by expressing feeling on papers where my journal could backup rubbishy mind for not given away things worst than you could have imagined. it’s been to an end because of music stay alive in my dead journal and music is being a reason to survive and leaving those selfless foolish mind.


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