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Sunday, July 08, 2007

Intuition

Still awake at 3 am. So many thoughts are swimming inside my head and I think I should keep myself light headed as much as possible, no point in dwelling and crying over split milk. Vertical Horizon's keeping me safe and sane maybe I should sleep with them whispering in my ears and maybe all those bad dreams would just go away especially dreams that comes with her name and i tend to call her name out and it is really pushing my limits of being insane.

I set a good fire today. With a good foundation of huge and chunky charcoals, the fire will burn for hours and for the rest of the night you could throw in the minute ones to sustain the fiery fire. Like relationships.

A love is not complete with only heat and they can tease you, break or complete you. And in came the heatwave, a merciful save, you choose, you chose.. poetry over prose.

I feel so naked to the world. Stop looking.

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