the latest headlines, was where the head lies. the contribution to mess, the invasion of something not to digress. i am trapped at the tip of my toes and i'm not ready to move out, just yet. consciousness reminds me i am prey. should i be green or plain afraid, i am only human. the balls that i am juggling aren't staying any longer, because i'm leaving this spot. i'm packing my bags and pulling my guts. my toes are not aching, but something else is at past tense. if you can ever catch my drift, my endless sight for you will be revealed. very much admirable.

what do i miss? apart from having good foreign food with local friends, i miss taking note of time on my wrist. since the death of an exchanged popart for a casio bought in beautiful Malaysia gave me a hard time with disappearing numerical acts, due to battery leakage, i am ready to find new love. a nixon chalet in leather, will look delightfully delicious on this skin. this is purely not a desperate hint. unless, unless. and this skin is fragile, this skin is prone to danger. it does not hurt to have them fragranced, because once in a while, i admire how the bottles on the shelves are noticed.

till here, live high.