Tuesday, January 31, 2012

When the plane crashes, you'll be in the ashes.

The weather's fine; what I had in mind,
Until I feel you like a breeze.
You kept afloat when I escaped by boat.
Thoughts of you come swimmin' across the sea.

So Fyp and Portfolio Development is over and I smell the enthralling scent of graduation but a part of me wishes time will stand still ; Goodbye to friends, Goodbye to a lifestyle I had for 3 years and Goodbye to memories be they beautiful or painful.

In the mean time, I can only rely on material comforts in the form of clothing to ease this dull ache within my soul. Till then everybody.

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