I'm not as old as you anymore.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009/10:33 PM
without touch,
you've made me turn crimson at the littlest things you say.
without sound,
you've taught my heart to sing and wander.
without actions,
you've shown me love.

you're like a fever I want to let linger.
just let it hurt for a bit longer.
you've turned my mind into a carousel.
golden lights shoot off mirrors and carriages.
spinning and spinning,
a combination a deliria and esctacy.

As I lay here, I love silently,
I take in a deep breath, and you tell me to hold it.
Because the best is yet to come.

I wish you all the love in the world,
happy birthday.




self-proclamation.
My life is not a fascination worth the scrutiny of those who watch over me. Yet, I live amongst thin air and sparkling personalities. I am an avid fan of the KoreanPop scene. So bring me to the number thirteen.

read my lips.

they're watching.

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