kasman putra

Shade Of Red


Man/Ah Choy/Lyon/Putra
Guitar and piano are loves
I am a young man, 17! You are old!
Tick Tock!
Number of Times I Had Babies


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My January

My January by me.


Effortlessly painful.
A mere inch of pain driven through fear, curiosity and excitement.
An expression nonetheless. A unique one though.

The feeling of the waterfall crushing beneath your feets, disallowing you to move if no effort was made. How you would want to stay underwater forever, and make your vision unclear as long as possible. You see, sometimes, you'd just wanna stay where you are. Remain frozen in space and time. Reaching to this possibilty is however, sadly to say to dreamers, hopeless.

This is why, everyone has to learn to move on. Holding grudges, trapping thoughts of jealousy inside yourself is foolish. Cleanse yourself, inside and outside. Only keep yourself to yourself.
Take a step forward. And embark, with a footstep, unconfident and nervous of what and where it will bring you next, but surely, a new adventure.