wolls

at nite, summertime, breeze filling the white tulle curtains. lying on the couch, windows are open in the living room. crystal tear drops.

8 years later..

it all just cant fit together. i still catch a glimpse of that past world. i lie on my bed near the open window, it s late spring. instead of love and hope, i feel a bit desolated, sad and guilty. i am definitely acting. it is all about acting. i feel like betrayed by a kind girl for true love.

amazed, but not excited. i am frightened to go further into the new thing, sitting at the edge of it (, scared to death).

smells.