everyday's the same old puzzle

and so gravity pulls them down in shapes of bubbles
and so time keeps going on and memories are left behind
and so dreams don't come true because you hoped too much
and so she waits for something better to pass her by




I had an amazing two weeks. but this hour and the fact that i haven't caught up on sleep plus a whole lot of stuff to sort through (due to my 2-week disappearance), I can't blog about it now.


But i will. By Sunday. i will.








p/s: really wishing you were here







and so a new year creeps up on us
and so we leave the past year behind
and so we live in this thing called reality
and so we just want to stay in bed




too tired to cry, so i laugh myself to sleep