I'm feeling a little empty here... also, a little emo..

Days like these, with the ever so chilly weather outside makes me wanna go cruising around lake gardens. Just to have a taste of serenity, and gain back my sanity if i still do have any.

With clouds hovering the peaks of Maxwell, rain still drizzling making the jogging paths wet, intentions to let go are dampened once again.

It makes me wanna lit a cig. It's not stress neither is frustation. Maybe it's been neglected for long, for running away avoiding truth.

Is it it just make-believe? I never wanna know. Best is sleeping and never wake again.

I wanna dedicate you but vivid traces of you aren't left much. Let me pick up the pieces again, and I promise there shall be one day.