September 26, 2008

Black Charcoal

I'm gonna be so brown again. I'm smelling it. I'm feeling it.

I love seeing people. Yesterday I see so many tourists of golden hair. Later I will still see some of those and black hair. There will be stuffs like mountains for me to unfold.

Sorry for appearing only when you are asleep.
Sorry for disappearing only when you are just awake.

Life awaits, a better me.

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