My angst have about to distinguished,at least there's a mere human who willing to lend their ear to listen to my cries or angst.Enough,is enough.Anger is not supposed to build it even riser.
I should at least spilt my furiousness into a piece of art or a piece of music.Let alone the harsh of reality.Let alone their words,burned it into ashes.Let alone the tears,let it dry by the thin of air.
