And.. Who Are You Again?

I've lost you once, and I think I've lost you again when I've found you about 3 weeks ago.

I remembered the time when I was at my friend's place, I picked up the guitar, and you were there. You were there .. I wasn't the one who came up with all of those melodious licks that sounded extraordinary to everybody's ear.

There was a change in the feel compared to then, and before then. The feel was.. shocking.

It sounded better than what you used to play.

Nobody has ever heard of whatever that was being played on the guitar.

I'm talking about you, Glacius.

That alter-ego of mine when the guitar is hung across my body.
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It's about time to make that statement that I shall commit myself to all aspects of music during all possible free time to take up more time off my daily schedule without thoughts. But I can't do that. If that happens, I would begin to cease to exist to all of you over the Internet. To cut down on socialising in a serious level.

Not more brother, no more jeannykins, no more daddy, no more fuckface, and whatever it is I'm known for.

But what will I be if I have nobody around me?

Memang tak tau.

I did mention to myself that I've accepted myself to be an entertainer and as a performer. But where did all of that go? Where is that extreme bonding session between you and Spoic?

Spoic - Supid Piece of Indonesian Crap. Go figure which guitar I gave that name to. Lol

Where are you? And... who are you?

** Listens to Bersama guitar nonsense.

The good old days. Too bad that guitar piece couldn't be used in the song or something.








And as I tossed and turn again, in bed;
I felt a disturbance, through your pain.
The cool morning breeze reminds me that I have a decision to make.
Another day, another life; nothing else to relate.

Be the sun, and shower me with warmth,
Be the light, and show me the path I'm supposed to walk on.





.. me hug you? Me miss you.