saturday noon...
Friday nite...
look at our hair.. three different colour!!
i just can't seem to get a grip of myself lately. feeling hollow isn't much of a fun thing. it's like lifting a lifeless arm to draw a masterpiece. sitting right here i have no motivation to move. not even raising a finger to get the tiniest bit done. the only consolation are the words still pouring out from my mind in endless chunks looking for some place to cling on to. to send a message to.
in this dream of mine, i chose to be time, to control the fate of lives, especially this life of mine. can we fight what we cannot control? can we overcome what we do not know to be true? can we live in a world void of time?
counting 18 more days...
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