moosic is my religion.

Moving mountains.



I couldn't even release the tears I'm holding on to in my own room now.


I need to let them out. But I can't. I don't want to look weak in front of my family.


I had my heart open, ready and steady. And when I checked again, it was gone and all that was left were trails of blood... almost forgotten. I can do this, you know?


But what to do when the psychological / emotional problem I have started in my very own home?


If I could, I'll fight for you.
If you let me, I would.

If you want, I'll stay for you.
If you don't... no more.



Tears, don't you fall.
Not now. If you can--

never at all.