The signal is subtle
We pass just close enough to touch
No questions, no answers
We know by now to say enough
With only simple words
With only subtle turns
The things we feel alone for one another
There is a secret that we keep
I won't sleep if you won't sleep
Because tonight may be the last chance we'll be given
We are compelled to do what we must do
We are compelled to do what we have been forbidden
So I won't sleep if you won't sleep tonight
Saturday, January 03, 2009
back home
i may be home now, but i just wished home wasn't with these people. the 2-week getaway was filled with whining, blame-games, shouting, finger-pointing and fuck-shit hell lot of nonsensical crap. things were only made worse without my medicine.
i mean, sure, new zealand was awesomely breath-taking, but what's the point when the people you travel with bring their immaturity and pettiness stuffed in their luggages as well?
i've never felt more like flying home to stay with the boy permanently, ever.
what if the bungy cords were frayed? oh, merry 2009.
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Wani
23/02/1986 (Pisces)
(Psychology & Communications) Monash University
Chatting, chilling, poetry, movies, making love, making out.
Tigger & Princess
In love with love; cynical with a hint of tease. ;) LOVE THE WORLD AND SMILE AT THE STRANGER.