“To write something, you have to risk making a fool of yourself.”
Words when spoken could sometimes be forgotten but when written then you know what happens.
It's one of these nights when I'm just sitting there and staring at point blank walls. I wanted to do something but I don't know what. I felt sadness scraping my veins. It made me drop a tear for nothing.. really.. for nothing. I don't know why I should feel this way.
Maybe, it's these feelings that I keep on bothering myself to pay attention to. This may be the reason why I'm feeling this way. I keep on tramping down my mood for something I don't even know exists. For something I don't know would still be worth of my "wasting" time.
I'm sleepy and i hope im right in saying, All I need to enjoy my time is a little kindness for the kindly kinds. ^_^
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
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