The clock on my laptop reads twelve fifty nine am. As the night turns into dawn, i am slightly deprived of these tiny pieces of death. How I loath to remember what I had for today in my dreams.. and those what i didn't have as well that i wish i could've had.
As this guy sings these songs reminding me of my life and love stories, i am falling deep, losing the path to unconcsiousness. My body is not like a body at all. Mine is like a machine which never gets tired. But in time, will eventually depreciate.
Sigh. Sigh. Can i have thousand sighs for thousand thoughts? My mind is the one which's tired of thinking memories which are meant to be cached in an old wooden treasure box. So as this heart who skips a beat till it skips more beatS.
Dramachine. My fave word at this moment. It's me telling dramas at this point in time. I promised myself to grab a pen and write a song for someone tonight but maybe not, maybe later or the next day, or never....
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