The harsh moment.

The moment the bullet touch the water,
seems like an eternity.

The harsh moment.

Harsh for me , for everything.

I'm so easy to let down , and rise up.

Again and again.

Seems like no ends.



Just now saw newspaper , a woman , a harsh life.  SUPER SUPER HARSH LIFE.

I'm her admirer when I finish.

Just a dissertation , a true story , a soul speech.

An impulse sudden rise up , I hope that I could seen her , I could hear the more story about , I could share the moment of spirit , the moment of a soul loudest cry , loudest whispered.


She is strong. Most ever strong.

A harsh life build her spirit , Hardships build her.

But almost destroy her. And ruined apart from her.



I like to see this type story , but ensure that was real.

Compare with this , my problems just like a moutain out of a mole hill.

There's just nothing.

So , I'm recover in a sharpish.

All thats problems just will like a mass of smoke , a flatus of wind enuough to withstand to.


So , there's nothings happen on me =).

I'm the lucky 1 I know.

No need compare to others.

They are nothing , rubbishes , bullshit.

HAHA.


I'm smile , I will be charming , I'll be sparkle , I'll be shine.

And the whole world stare on me for a while. =)