Lights and Sounds.

Yet another morning of dissapointment.
This is really affecting me.
I hate it.
And at the same time, I like it.
I know I shouldn't be feeling this way.
But I don't know why I'm feeling this way as well.
A series of paradox.

This time is different.
I know.
I've never felt this way before:
Crazy.

I'm tired of holding back my emotions.
I just want to let it all out.
All those ridiculous love songs,
I finally understand.

But then again,
it all boils down to one damn thing:
Lewis, you're just not good enough.


Peace and love,
Lewis