It’s tearing everyday
I hate what I love now
I can’t find the reasons that is making me sad
I seriously don’t know
Where do I go?
I’m trying to figure it out
I feel like I don’t want to live anymore
I don’t want to do something stupid either
I’m not a fool
I wrote my dreams in a jar some months back
It holds meaning to it anf it’s not a love song to a boy
(Like those who read thought)
It’s a song where I want to belong..
A place where I wishes to meet that goodness
A place I feel I cannot go no matter what
So far away or so opposite…
Like we can never collide
Like I can never merge with goodness
Like I cannot touch it
All I could do about this feeling was write it before I
break down
I cannot be honest with myself about feelings
I cannot stand baring my heart in a sleeve
I can’t find the reason to live
I feel so cold now
My dreams in a jar …. I can only dream of you bursting out
of me
I wish I can find my path but I guess I never will
If I never see morning again
I would like to give away some parts of me to people who
need to be fixed
With that at least mom and dad will be happy
At least I’m of some use
I don’t want to be hero or savior but I want to be in their
eyes
I feel like wearing my vero moda sweat shirt though it’s
still autumn.. winter haven’t strike yet
I think I’ll wear that and sleep today
Maybe I’ll dream good
If I never see morning again
What would I have missed?
I wouldn’t missed anything but I would never experience love
Something so absurd to me to understand
All those in the movies and my roomies spend the entire day…everyday
talking/crying/laughing/blushing about
I’m ok with that
I’m better off imagining it
I have pretty strong imagination to take me away to this
feeling
But I can never picture myself
If I never see morning again
The world will still move on
I would like that way with my dear ones too
Laugh at my funeral I would be happy soul
Crying is no no
If I never see morning again
I pray that the designer repairs me and think of a new
design
If I never see morning again
I have no regrets..
here is my Dreams in a jar
if the path of life for me
and the path of life for you
Are two world's apart;
I cannot help but dream.
The wishes to get a glimpse of you,
wishes to get as much time;
Are something i cannot buy.
So i treasure my dream in a transparent jar
When every time i forget my prayers,
feels so fast or slow and even when my hope fades;
I will shake the jar and open it
waiting for it to burst....
If the path of life for me has no way to you
I cannot help but dream
The wishes to get a glimpse of you
Wishes to get as much time
Are something i cannot get.
So I treasure my dream in a transparent jar
When i see myself go astray for not being able to put across my feelings
with honest truth of admiration and your kindness
I will shake the jar and open it
waiting for it to burst...
if the path of life for me
and the path of life for you
are impossible to confront;
I cannot help but just dream
The wishes to catch a glimpse of you
wishes to show I'm willing to get some time
Are something i cannot afford.
So I treasure my dream in a transparent jar
when the world of mine is dry and windy,
rains or all the leaves fall till nothing is left on a tree
I will shake the jar and open it
Waiting for it to burst...






















