The reaper; the robber,
the crimson rose snatched away from among thorns.
And soul was extracted from the life,
Left the physical, leaving to rot;
Abandoned the living dead.

quite a saddistic thought.
but what to do la. think i only write emo stuff well,
that's what lewis said, only emo ppl take lit. lol.
well, received the same love this year on valentines'
but somehow it didn't feed me with the same happiness from past years.
maybe it's just getting too tiring to be in search of things that are of true substance.
ahh. i'm just speaking nonsense again.
anyway, thanks to all the people who cared (:

if the world is unhappy but me, what happiness it calls?
the world is a stage, merely actors are we.
creativity, emotions, words we add occassionally.
but forever smiling, talking not to will,
just the script entrusted you, actions demanded from you since birth.
an inevitable fact that one has to swallow.
that we're merely but counters, controlled and bounded.

JILL! i miss you! =(.