"let bygone be bygone"

listening to howie day - ghost is like drifting in an awful sleep. the one that dreaded with a tad too much pills, and waking up in the morning trying to recollect the memory from the night before.

and tired of thinking. and you look outside, the morning of torrential shower, and you plonk into a huge crimson sofa, and the ghost song is again, in the air.

a solemn repercussion and a huge tree on the top of a hill.

"these butterflies have too many colors"

"i know. and there's always a moth"


FdausAmad said…
semua bahasa britain..rumit juga gua nk paham.
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