Time changes everything, even you and I have changed
This life i'm living resembles an epic tale where dreams wilt before they bud and where a search for her true inner self finally makes a coward into a pretty damsel. My world is a patchwork of the beautiful & the horrific. As the days unfold, it combines the tones of memory and nostalgia with a desire to recreate a better tomorrow.
The rain, the winter spring has made us fade away
I really wonder how you feel on these nights so alone
Sigh, since there is nothing much may be done in those little shreds and patches of time which my Tuesday produces, I'm just going to stand here like a fool for another one solid hour before i can officially knock off from work. I thought of going facebook-ing but hell yeah,it's gradually turning sour already (same goes for Formspring). God! i am growing so jaded now. On a random note- I terribly miss you, Nurul :( How i wish you know how much you really matters to me.