Saturday, July 23, 2005
Isolated in my self-sufficient bedroom with my yellow-red checkered pillow I had since forever. Maybe my bed shouldn't be too near to the windows, when the wind blows and when the blinds go flying, the sunshine is just too intense.

Something called the imperfect perfection. If it flows, feel the heartbeat like you know. Live a life you know. Climb back to your comfort zone if that's what you want. Isn't your world wonderful sometimes? Too wonderful. So wonderful that it haunts.

That's nothing much I wish to do. No, I lied, there's many things I can't wait to accomplish. But I hate plans, they never go as planned. The more I plan, the more I know I'm not up to it. Just take out my tutorial 34 and finish it up, finally.

Take back my colourful imagination, I'll paint my reality back to black and white.

+mood+ mellow
+listening+ nelly furtado ~ try