In the name of universality of pluralism and pragmatism, people though try to hide away behind the stupidity, found the real and right beside of fake and wrong, where the skies never be blue and bright, people try and try but never gone or whether done, is it only word of non sense and less spirit of provocativeness, everyone see each and another to be seem and feel the comfortable, no one talk about hurting and jealousy, no one ever feel really alive when they falling down to the ground, but feel so alive when they losing their mind, the soft parade to celebrating the reborn of man who gonna change the wisdom become useless, but even no one know the people still walk in the line...

Sometimes it come, suddenly I get lose control and my mind work without any permit and permission, seem so strange but never I wanted to cry, let the brain thinking and let it flow, let the expression and impression of the people spread away, give any terrible suggestion and injection, the black seem so white, how about my feeling inside of the horrible rain? Nothing come, nothing feel, just like another sunny day with one bottle of wine, standing behind the stage of manuscript people act, watching and probably smile for a while, then shut for long long time and still watch, try to separated the difference of truth and lie, well people scream let me in to the jungle of unpredictable attitude...

When I already gone, then I guess you looking for me...