fly, really flying, i'm already departing,
accelerating, only not feeling it.
blend, milky clouds with sky, creamy sky.
silence, i heard this moment, disturbing by these memory
flip to the front back all the while
tear out you fellows precious one
throw the rest and move on
not anymore.. the colour of the sky, orange, yellow, beige, creamy.
----
there my milk served, in a cup.
bubble, bubbles, laying.
do you want to return to the surface that once exist?
and dissolve as floating air..
vision passes you, but you're soon dissapeared..
eh?? turning cup, pause at my left feet.
my mind stop running, pick it up
i passed the cup to the neighbour passenger,
by red eat up the creamy.. on my right hand side
what is going on?
my life, since when it become chasing, rushing all the way each in temporary condition.
i feel so upset everytime leaving from somewhere to the other.
anyway, i'll be home soon, sweetest muar.
all the while, all the stupidness, incredible events, wonderful people,
through this year, no one escape in this moment.
sorry to anyone if i've done anything wrong to hurt you.
i miss you.
eight months from now, sydney again below my eye, spring to the back,
far, a spot, a landmark, everything, anything, layers of a story to tell.
i'm with a more touching heart when i m back.
accelerating, only not feeling it.
blend, milky clouds with sky, creamy sky.
silence, i heard this moment, disturbing by these memory
flip to the front back all the while
tear out you fellows precious one
throw the rest and move on
not anymore.. the colour of the sky, orange, yellow, beige, creamy.
----
there my milk served, in a cup.
bubble, bubbles, laying.
do you want to return to the surface that once exist?
and dissolve as floating air..
vision passes you, but you're soon dissapeared..
eh?? turning cup, pause at my left feet.
my mind stop running, pick it up
i passed the cup to the neighbour passenger,
by red eat up the creamy.. on my right hand side
what is going on?
my life, since when it become chasing, rushing all the way each in temporary condition.
i feel so upset everytime leaving from somewhere to the other.
anyway, i'll be home soon, sweetest muar.
all the while, all the stupidness, incredible events, wonderful people,
through this year, no one escape in this moment.
sorry to anyone if i've done anything wrong to hurt you.
i miss you.
eight months from now, sydney again below my eye, spring to the back,
far, a spot, a landmark, everything, anything, layers of a story to tell.
i'm with a more touching heart when i m back.
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