It's God's generosity to have met someone like you.
At least I know in this world, there's someone like you.
I hope someone can pass my message to you one day.
But I know... you'll never know, and it's ok I guess.

Words are no longer important.
And the heart's gone.

Can't help it that I' a dreamer. Anyone who comes knocking down the walls I built, I will let him / her come through. That's the only thing I can do for the rest of the time.

Imagine this:

As the rain drips from the sky, I walk along the rose parade, where roses are painted, in shades of red, pink, and some blue. There shall be no white roses, for I want the world to be colorful.
But yet a drizzle is enough to wash away those paints. They stain all over my feet. It is as if I'm washing myself in a pool of blood.

I really cant wait to see the amusement park and the maze. If only I have a SLR, I'm sure the most beautiful picture will be caught. But alas, I'll make do with my pathetic digicam. And to take self piccies. Oh, woe is the people who gets to see me make funny faces on this!