Tonight Tonight

Just sitting outside. Just thinking of everything that happened to me these fast few years. A lot of things flashed back in my head. It has come to this stage that I will have to figure out if what I thought were right had been wrong. There were nights of tears. Nights of angst. Nights alone. It's one of so many nights that I have needed someone to talk to but there's no one. I don't understand why some people you've known your friend easily forget. I badly need one to listen to me, to comfort, and to tell me or make me feel "I'm just here."

Different kinds of people came in my life. Like a jigsaw puzzle, they represented every piece of me. Dark or light, they have colors spread to the whole picture. People come and go but they leave their share of the puzzle.

During these nights, there are just two things that never leave. First, my music that still echo in my ears that reminds me of the lines and rythm. Second, my cigarette that reminds me that everything ends... that everything loses it's warmth and glow... that every butt should be thrown away after the last smoke fade away...