Sometimes i want to get things say out, but in the end i couldn't. Hence the silence. Then i thought of writing out. But in the end i couldn't do it too. Like now.
The things that i thought of how to write, how to phrase, were all destroyed in that single moment when I tried to type the first letter.
Sometimes the mood is just not right. Excuses again? Maybe. I dont know. Maybe im nothing but excuses. Wait. I am.
Sometimes, even you can see wrongly.
The things that i thought of how to write, how to phrase, were all destroyed in that single moment when I tried to type the first letter.
Sometimes the mood is just not right. Excuses again? Maybe. I dont know. Maybe im nothing but excuses. Wait. I am.
Sometimes, even you can see wrongly.