You're Nobody till Somebody Loves You.

Waves

In a house of satellites and disks, a youth in her room reads a book while a man silently gloats alone on his own:

Our Flag

Why is our flag colored, red, white, and blue?

With 3 little stars and a sun?

It's too similar to the colonial flags

that toyed with our hearts and minds.

If we change the flag, would it change us too?

And abaft a nation

to advance?

Or would the change be futile,

and arouse the riled

now i'm letting it kill me again. it's more intoxicating than tom cruise and a bottle of generoso. will i be a disastrous monster like i used to be? 

saosin: her eyes are so greener, they're so greener  (scream)

dududu dududu dududu dudu.. 

lately, i havent been acquainted with crayons. research papers and a blinking computer kept me occupied.

the findings in my "missing ideas" case is, tsk, jelousy. my ideas might be insecured with my school works. if i were in their shoes (my ideas)- if they wear  shoes, i would certainly feel the same way. why? because we used to be together 24 hours. now, i only turn to them during myjournalism class... or whenever my english teacher asks me to join an essay writing contest. im a user friend.

dont cry my ideas, i would offer my whole vacation for you. hold on.