When it's cold outside, you feel the cold wind whipping your cheeks. You flush and chill. You stand still hoping for that warmth. A cup of coffee or warm milk. A long hot shower. A nice rub on the back...
Sometimes, you have to let yourself groove with time. Without cares. Without worries. Dancing like mad. Twirl and spin until you're dizzy...
We need to stop. To pray. To think. To give thanks. We will still be breathing...
There is no chaos without our imagination. The mind is powerful. It controls my universe. I need to get past this...
The year is about to end, I am melancholic.
Goodnight moon.
1 comments:
ako sad, medyo melancholic.
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