Repression.

The repression in my heart for vengence... in a constant turmoil of questioning to life.

Recently, my faith has been in a toggle... I blow my top ever so mercilessly. A tiny shove from the rear may well uncap the pressure in me. I got to let loose a little before I start hurting people.

On a lighter tone, I am inspired by a recent discovery of a tune which lingers in me ever so frequently. It speaks of my current emotion. It interest me enough to want to play it on the piano as a gift for myself; Silent Hill 2 - Promise (Reprise).

Akira Yamaoka is legend. I can never figure how he got such inspiration from, this dark and repressed nightmare of his... as though a reflection of the turmoil in his childhood (if it really is such!).

His songs, spine-chilly and grotesque in a surreal yet innocent way...

Well, what can I say?

Enjoy the melancholy...