Semester

It's back to the start of another semester.
One that would be different.
Maybe more change, which isn't something bad.
A good friend has left but to a place she has been wishing to magically transport to.
Needing to catch up with others,
The phone beeps with messages.

Time to think further.
Just because there is the empty space in the heart.
Needing to find out what it is.
Random thoughts with random posts.

Random

When the sky turns grey,
And raindrops hit against the roof,
With a warm cup of water by the side,
And a slight runny nose and cough,
She often wonders,
She often whisper to herself,
And she can't help feeling......*speechless*
(actually...I can't find the words)


There is always something about life eh?

The Black Lens

The girl has finally gotten the dream machine.

A device and medium that takes snapshots of the imagination, her thoughts and probably a blur vision of the future.

*w00t*

I don't know

I don't know

I don't know

*twitch*

RawR!!!