THE JOURNEY

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

ALLLLLLLLL POINTS DOWN TO MY FAULT...U NEVA TRUST ME AFTER THAT INCIDENT..Y EVEN BOTHER TO TALK TO ME??CALL ME IMMATURE??TAK BERTIMBANG RASA? CAUSE I DON GIVE A FUCK BOUT WAD U TINK ANYMORE AS IM LEADING MY OWNN LIFE ANYWAY...UR ADVICES ARE LIKE USED TISSUE ANYWAY...I DON NEED UR FREAKING LOVE *MUMMY DEAREST*..I SWEAR ITS TRUE...

Let’s pick memories; let’s pick flowers I’ll raise a ring to the darkness in my chest and decorate it At the dead end all the time I can never escape I’ll let my sorrow ride on the birds in the sky and fly * This place is the basting The eternity that Binds me Whose going and returning passes by me is a dream The sun sets and hides the shadows; alone, I feel like crying The centers of my eyes that stain black will grow afraid This is place is the basting The eternity that Knitted the world Whose going and returning follows is the wind I strayed away for a moment and wept…