Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Well, one could say it was a coincidence, but it says it all.
I feel something amiss -- as though something is not quite right. You may say i'm weird, but somehow or rather, what i'm saying now makes sense.
The feeling, once lost, can never replaced by any other thing in this world. Not gold, not a chest of diamonds, not a dream house. It's lost. Forever. Great. i feel random. BUT,
THAT'S THE IDEA.
I feel something amiss -- as though something is not quite right. You may say i'm weird, but somehow or rather, what i'm saying now makes sense.
The feeling, once lost, can never replaced by any other thing in this world. Not gold, not a chest of diamonds, not a dream house. It's lost. Forever. Great. i feel random. BUT,
THAT'S THE IDEA.
- Once a Rafflesian, forever a Rafflesian;
9:30 PM.
9:30 PM.