Hear me say,
I'll be thankful for those who still visit my blog from time to time. So, thank you. I really appreciate it. Maybe this is gonna be my last time for me share a word or two for those out there.


Someone once told me that;

'Time is a gift, given to you, given to give time you need,
the time you need to have the time of your life'.

I keep reciting this phrase for the past several weeks. It kept me thinking. Be it in camp, while training, or just gazing the night sky through the window, 'Time'. Where things just keep moving forward. It will not stop for you. Everyone knows that. To come and think of it, you can never go back to the spot where you want to. To treasure it, only memories of the past lingers. Be it good or bad, theres nothing much we can change it but to look forward on what comes next.




so that's that.
have a good-weekend people,
till then
Rome

Can't waste time so give it a moment
I realize, nothing's broken
No need to worry 'bout everything I've done
Live every second like it was my last one
Don't look back at a new direction
I loved you once, needed protection
You're still a part of everything I do
You're on my heart just like a tattoo

"A period like winter, as the last or final period of life; a period of decline, decay, inertia, dreariness, or adversity." 

"You block your dream when you allow your
fear to grow bigger than your faith."

Like we used to (cover)
A rocket to the moon

i miss you.

maybe i shouldnt, maybe i should
as im writting
it shatters me slowly
it keeps repeating
hurtful it can be, reasons that cant be solve
stuffs that i completely dont understand
faith, hope
for which to believe
drifting, drifting, drifting
yet still standing
everything seems blurry
save me, dont save me
yet still standing
endure, endure, endure
to an endless road
a glimpse of light
i stood and watch

goodnight

hey, happy birthday rome.