Sunday, November 14, 2010

remember me on your young age.

Chaotic.
This is chaotic.
Chaos is everywhere; even in your eyes.
I've never seen such expressions and light comes out from yours.

The expression is the same as what I saw when the moon turns blue.
when the sun turns red.
and all the wishes are gone.

all you did was crying; until your sore throat became the only reason why you should stop crying.
and you look at the mirror.
and found out that you were me.

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