A tree without a mind

The truth is, i can't stay mad at you.

Running, running through my mind, past my heart and into my soul. Forsake my humanity. Strength, i forego. Was it you who told me that i was wrong? Won't you sing me another song? To put me light another night. Friends, Roman, Countrymen, let us fight. I pray to dive into the depths of you, in mighty hope that thy locks are true. I dwell in sadness. What IS sadness? Take it not as another plight. Whoever said the world is right? Could sadness not be a happy thing? Love, sleep, birds that sing? It is not a soulful place? Does it not mirror your face? Oh no. It embodies you. Wait, here's a trace. Engulf it in your happy place. Hey child, how old are you? Would you one day plant into a fool? Ways how i caution you of what awaits, make you fear with a straight face. Child, my flesh and blood, would you say the same? Today, tomorrow in sugar glaze.

Writing. It doesn't always need to make sense. The whole point of it is, to lose yourself in it.

swimming with ong.bumped into cyn&marc.timbre with the boo.blading with the bud.
sober-me-not-adrian-overthephone:
" AOW! AOOOOWWWW...... i.....just...walked......into.....the.....wall.....AOW...wtf.... i just hit the wall.....AOW."
Because meGAY hit rock bottom n mightyAdrian was summoned to save the day, or eat hay, whichever may.

Quote of the week: "Singaporeans are all anal people because they don't throw enough punches."

I need to start punching people in the face.

And one day, i'll meet someone who would say, "i want to make this right."