Because I love you by Shakin Stevens

Time passed. Months passed. The world continues in it's own revolution. Ironically, I can clearly feel that I'm the only one who is unable to transit. It's so tiring to control. I've been too controlled and poised since long ago. How much longer can I hold on? I feel like I really can't anymore. This insidious lump is growing every day in my thoart. Gradually, I realise I can't even speak up anymore. Songs I love to sing, don't sound as nice anymore. Is there another outlet for me to express myself? Limits are pushed time and time again. How big can my heart be?

I love listening to oldies. I love music. It's suppose to make me happy. I feel the pulse of the music as if it's my own heart beat. Sometimes being too soaked in it doesn't do me good at all. Is there anyway else?

Keeping it all. Swallowing it all. Hiding it all.

Denying everything is not happiness. Being too sensible is my weakness.

Mood: some dull colour