//May 31, 2009//
I left. Today. Heavy, but it has to be. Heart still flying. But believe me, I’ll stay.
//May 31, 2009//
I left. Today. Heavy, but it has to be. Heart still flying. But believe me, I’ll stay.
//May 30, 2009//
I just run. Too much, that I’m too tired to do anything else. Why do others don’t run the same way as I do? People said I run a lot. Yes. They said slow it up. But, I just need to run. It’s for them. I run, so everybody can do slow walk. That’s why I just keep on running.
//May 28, 2009//
If dreams were like a moon, I’d be happy to throw all the sunlit and chasing the night like a wolferine.
//May 27, 2009//
If the sky was a canvas, let my heart be an artist. We play, we brush, we paint it rainbow. And voila, it’s a playground for anyone.
//May 23, 2009//
This is maybe just a tears, or another melancholy thing to do. But sometimes it feels so bad, it’s hurt. They just don’t want to understand, and I’m here to stay.