Its dark, so we shan’t be seen!

Alas.. at some point you will realize that there are facts which are meant to be buried deep down the unreachable cellars of your soul.
And what remains, is the fool's paradise.

Winter is on the way, and the semi-annual ritual of my indolent, don't-care mood laxly flows in my veins; but I'm happy, and will hang on.. no matter what.

Desole, even if I scream, I can't scream that loud.

I don't want to know anymore.
don wanna know why I can never reach the things within one inch of my finger tips..
i don wanna to know the bitter facet behind this tiny boundary, as tiny as a cobweb between me and the rest of the world which I can never trespass..

tired of these days.. tired of being locked out of my life.