i am a terrible mess of hurt, passion and fear, mixed up with just the right amount of words to make me want to sing it all away. i have been driven to heaven and to hell for all of my existence, and had never came back less than broken down and proud.
is a blessing and a curse to be both the sun and the moon, to be both the blood and the water: as each day pass by, i feel more and more like a two in a binary world. but i've learned to appreciate that, too.
it is quite known to me that no one has ever made history being a calm summer day.
so far, the pieces of my soul i've been proud enough to export.
my endless summer
about living with yourself
a thing called love.
about the rain
i think we are going to be friends.
an act of speaking one's thoughts aloud when by oneself or regardless of any hearers, especially by a character in a play.