Tuesday, August 16, 2005

our life is just like a movie.
it just simply stops when the film reaches the end. or maybe, someone with a pair of scissors, will just cut the film short; shortening your life.. the person might be you yourself, or probably the murderer who succeeded in killing you.
and the audience who enjoys the story, would probably forget about it as time passes. time consumes their memory. work leaves them none to think abt it.
and we, will be history...

i want to fly.

feeling the cool air is nice
eventhough i like birds.
everyone has to go school.
lying is a sin.

under the chair, i suppose.
people are called humans.
sometimes i love the rain.
eventhough it is really cold.
therefore, i love the sky.

at 10:04:00 PM