on a friday. the first no rain friday. it's weird. now that the sun is shining brightly, i'm yearning for the sky to start raining again. i feel like getting wet. as if the rain would wash away everything from me and my clothes. and my heart. my black heart.
the transition phase, although repetitious, appeared to be difficult. you've been in that shoes and down that road and still, it will always be difficult to talk the language. the language you once taught others to speak. suddenly, you stopped reading the book of life when you finally realised that actually you're now on the same page with others. others as in someone close to you.
and with that, you settled at having wishes as you feel that you're in no position to do anything. it's beyond you and your so-called wittiness.
wishlist is fun. getting it or hoping to get it, isn't.
the transition phase, although repetitious, appeared to be difficult. you've been in that shoes and down that road and still, it will always be difficult to talk the language. the language you once taught others to speak. suddenly, you stopped reading the book of life when you finally realised that actually you're now on the same page with others. others as in someone close to you.
and with that, you settled at having wishes as you feel that you're in no position to do anything. it's beyond you and your so-called wittiness.
wishlist is fun. getting it or hoping to get it, isn't.
2 comments:
same page bro...fucking same page...
what goes around, comes around...it's kinda bad since i resorted to watching that movie..mm, "dragon wars" last nite..
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