prologue

NURUL AIN
j'ai vingth et un ans

i want to travel around the world, with bottles of mango milk tea in my esprit totebag.





Sunday, April 15, 2007 11:03

just stay, very far away. rays melt & glow on you. such a great timing for this. looming, yet nothing is touched. everything is a wreck & it is ongoing, & there you stood, with that look upon your face. the act of committing almost indulged. hoping for the senseless & unachievable. the sun slowly fades as the blues seep under. fallen like the old sentiments but never withered. how many ways to reach? stop playing pretend, & stop putting on that charade. make them come alive. passive & futile attempts washed away by the current, & the feelings remains caged.