Plop plop plop
Drops…
Throwing caution into the wind
As I expose my sun-bathed face into
The sea’s heart-warming breeze
I could not help but recall
and squeeze out the memories from my heart
Now I bleed.
A martyr I realize I am for letting
Other people squeeze out those drops from me
Letting them purge out those pools of
Life from me.
Plop plop plop..
I gaze into the setting horizon of orange and grey
Letting the day die, and allowing my heart to be dragged by it
This heart’s emotions mirroring what it sees..
Then I drop.
plop plop plop…its raining outside and im stuck here at ncr! im doing nothing…toinkz!
after spending a few days with these punks i finally have the chance to use one of their spare pcs. ahahha…:p
they mentioned that ive been quiet since they allowed me to use this pc. im like a kiddo daw, who behaves after given a candy. :p
i love this…now i have time to read your blog but it wont be long and ill be back to serious mode.
we wil start our training next week and i guess its time to get serious again. ü