A little rain makes everything seem quainter.

The delicate features of a lady whose chiffon top is billowing in the cold wind. Her man watching her with love, while she is oblivious to it.

A fragile looking thing of a woman. She is beautiful because when I see her, I think that’s how femininity is supposed to look like.

If you got it, your whisper is louder than all their shouting.

I forgot about how much I like typing at online journals, cause.

Who else would I tell these things to?

=)

To live is to do. To play, cry, laugh and to dream. To love.

And I’ve found my place.

Above all that, to live - I listen.

There are songs that you want to sing because the melody speaks what you feel.

There are songs that you sing, because the words seem to be written for you.

and..

There are songs, that you want to sing only in your heart.

I’ve been around enough to know
That dreams don’t turn to gold
And that there is no easy way
No, you just can’t run away.

Psychotically shiok.

The kind of shiok you feel when you press hard on an orh cheh.

The kind of pain that makes you feel truly alive.

Really, la.