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
Darn. i hate nick of time changes passionately because it literally means that i have to reconsider my intentions that i've implanted for that specific period of time *-* Why can't things run smoothly as planned?