scars.

it was a full moon night
insomia setting me hype
the perfect song that seemed so right
with the keys and the screen
i began to type.

Pertaining to this entry.

Do you have scars? well i do, 2 inches on my right wrist and another one on my right cheek. right, i didnt attempt to commit suicide nor disfigure myself.

On a slightly different tangent, which isnt that literal. people have scars. in all kinds of places you wouldnt expect it to be. like discreet maps leading you to their personal histories, and having diagrams of their old wounds. some high up across the plateau, some hit way below the sea level and doesnt let up. there are no easy answers, no viable solutions to your one million bucks worth of questions that keep on lingering in your mind in such a repetitive manner. and when you least expect it, it subsides. nonetheless, scar's still there.

You have to ride it out. not unless you have to, but until you have to.

And i did.

Though the moon is full tonight
A far cry it is, compared to 1st june, that very night.

The finale scene where all actors look grimly gay.
Draw those curtains, all lights cease to grey.
Doubt there's another encore for our forbidden passion to play.