🎶so many times it happens too fast, you trade your passion for glory, don’t lose your grip on the dreams of the past, you must fight just to keep them alive…
Listening to Eye of the Tiger by Survivor
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“The Year Of Tigers”
I was born in the middle of nowhere, no one care. No attention needed, what I do just a merely attraction, a solitude one, fully solitary. It’s not that I don’t need anyone else, but those external selves might not synchronized yet by the same bandwidth of inner longitudinal social cognitive waves. They called me ‘The Kid’ who always did anything like no one else seeing, as some might recognized me as ‘The Ignorant One’ since I don’t care what anyone else said, in case they’re gonna care what I’m really doing anyway. For so many years previously before, I’m living sporadically, as nomadic as the gypsies, from one savanna through another, until I found this mirrorless lake, where the water is too tranquil to reflect anything, since it’s clarity gave an experience where anyone could see thorough the deepest sight of the grounds filled with the swamp. Sometimes it’s not being a mirror, but as a glasslike where anyone could pouring any kind of liquids, an alternative water, an eternal beverage, from the Youth Fountain of Neverland. My name is Tigris, and I’m a Leon; Tigris Leonidas.
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“The Peppermint Twist”
Oh, Chamomile. You don’t need to wait for something already in front of your petals. You just need Rain to get it done, fertilized your buds to become blossoms for once again. You need no more drama, just focused on something you’ve been aiming since the very 1st beginning. No matter what they said, no matter what they thought of, no matter what they sought, no matter what they judge. Just do what you have to do, just walk wherever you have to go, just be whoever you are really meant to be. Let the Rain pouring all over your sadness, to be kept for your own sake, not for share. Let no one knows how suicidal you are, how depressed you could be, how anxious you really tens. No matter how beautiful your sweetest nightmare could be, no matter how traumatic your past was, no matter how real your daydream delusions coming true as facts. Just let them know, how strong you are, more beyond than just a lion with his big heart. But a hidden dragon without even have to crouch any tiger paws.
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It’s burning, it’s bursting. It’s like something you might won’t wanna feel, but you might have needed to. You might don’t wanna feel it. But it’s real, as real as any other kind of togetherness, as simple as that. As the way fire towards woods, which made it turned into ashes. Those cracking sounds is the last joy that the woods might ever felt, before it’s get vanished, along with all the simple feelings; unconditionally.
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