it's 2am and i should have gone to bed, get myself recharged for tomorrow's journey. but i dare not to sleep. i can only write as much as i can now, because my muse is here. maybe it's because i am now in a city of many fine arts. maybe it is where she lives.
there were some moments i would always remember. there were some moments when i would think to myself, that those would be the moments i would one day wake up missing. and then, of course, suddenly time would fly, and i would land on that one day.
and this is one of those days, on which i lie awake missing the moments i knew i would be missing so badly.
i think i need to pray for a tougher heart, this one i have here is a bit too soft, like marshmallow it melts and becomes sticky.
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