the grass isn't greener on the other side. where i am , it's the same. maybe i'm just color blind. they sit there on their stilts living, breathing, the sky is their limit. why am i just here? i have dreams too. one day, we'll meet again, and we'll relocate to the east. and i'll do what i do best, that's my dream.
EDIT: 12/5 FAILED ATTEMPT TO BLOG/WRITE POETICALLY AND ABSTRACTLY (is that word) LIKE BLOGGER C.YUE (love her btw)
Sunday, March 1, 2009
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