For if she hid any further behind the flowers and the vague, all that was intended would have lost it's meaning till even the creator herself would fail to recognize. It is almost like when you try to bury a capsule so deep into the sand that you eventually will never beable to retrieve it, like it disintegrated and perished into non-existence. You ask yourself, "what was it that i had held in my held again?"

If my meaning would be lost in transition.

Exams are creeping an un-shy ghostly shadow that ironically abbreviates into the sunset. It taps on your shoulder like a ticker count regardless of how hard you try to ignore. Determined to drag at your skirt till your belt tugs at your ankles. If i could, i'd jab my heel into your face and let you bleed out like a hot air balloon.

At bintan we will have a blast and have you return in a cast.