Friday, October 14, 2005
As the rain splashes. The clouds still flutter the colours still sing. As the circle song goes, it goes round and round but it never goes back. Maybe there's sunshine after the rain but come into my underworld. The rain left a big cut on my skin.

The bus was too cold. Especially on a rainy day. The backseat is all the same. Shivering is an involuntary action. Lovers in the front seats sharing green and pink sweets on their lips.

I left too early. Like Billy Corgan sang, every end is a beginning. I also started believing every beginning is an end. I ignored too much.

+mood+
+listening+ the doors ~ light my fire