Is heaving, telling me everything.

Causing the pure white clouds to become sluggish.

And tearing the sun apart.

It makes the ringing in my ears sharp.

Spinning, spinning.

The soft-voiced swallows trace a figure 8.

As the fly over and through this valley of concrete buildings.

Soon, a downpour is going to come.

The road of the cloudy weather,

forgetting her umbrella.

She walks forward fearing the rain.

As for me, I'm a coward underneath the blue sky I stare upwards at.

Here and there.

Good at toddling about,

ending up at a coffee shop.

Dawdling around too long on a break.

I can't go back, I won't go back, I don't want to go back,

The dark clouds sway to and fro.

The two of us, walks like common soldiers.

And pretend we're not ourselves.

People who loves danger,

but we too are cowards.

Tired, screwed up.

Lazy and fatigued.

Someone douse us with salvation please.

Homework kills. :/

GG, tomorrow Thursday, 2nd last day of the week.

I'm gonna sleep early.

Well, yea.

Wei Chuan.

Don't be too confused about what love actually is.

Love has no true form, nor does it appear.

Love is what you want it to be.

Or what you believe it to be.

Love changes shape depending on your inner heart.

If your heart is evil by nature, of course.

Love will appear demented to you.

Well, love is not up to me to judge, nor anyone.

Only yourself.

[x

Well, all the best man.