Five am on a rainy tuesday morning, I walked along the cold corridors in search of an empty room but found none. The wind grew stronger and rain heavier, threatening thunder looming in the distance. I made my way to my staircase landing to find solace in my friend, the rain.
It's so easy to prod me in the weak spots, melting me.
Back in my room, still cold though, there's lovely music playing on the radio. Still have my essay to go on about. I write it not for the sake of an assignment anymore, but for my own reminisces, my own enjoyment. Miss Viet Nam.
you are far
when i could have been your star
I went off @
2:38 PM
Monday, October 5, 2009