I did not commit suicide.
No self destruction what so ever.
I am still here.
Minus the major depression
Minus the inspiration to write.
It was only recently, just recently the urge to write was so strong, how can I ignore this sacred calling.
Internet connection at my new place sucks. shit. damn you P1. damn you.
I love watching street performance. I guess it was in me all along. all this time, until we,
yes we came across this place.
How did we came across this place?
Was it coincidence or was it planned. I don't know.
It happen one night, when we were randomly strolling down the city streets,
then, we heard music. clear loud music, since then, that was our favorite place.
What i know is once I'm there, I don't ever wanna leave, it was beyond magical.
Not all of us understand,
not all of us feel the way we felt,
the ambiance,
the people,
the music especially.
People from all stages of life,
from all kind of society, gather for the same purpose - music.
They, the street performers,
human by day, when the night come the monster in them, unleashed.
You will never expect the music they play.
They are so passionate, it is as though when they perform, they submit them self completely,
body, mind, heart and soul.
Their music is genuine, their music is pure, their music is sincere.
from the song they play, you can obviously feel that they did not do this for money. They are in paradise.
At this moment, I feel we are not so different after all,
we are the same, we are equal.
The love for music.
the sound of the guitar, drum, bass, vocalist serenade us.
This is not Kuala Lumpur, this is beyond what the city claims it is.
This is the city I live in. The city that gather people from everywhere.
The city that makes us one.
The ending of a story is always the beginning of another.
I am the story writer.
Yes, I still love him like I love writing.
-feels good to write again-
