I'll seek your solace; I'll always cherish your perpetual smile.
It's been a roller-coaster week, and I still think I'm at the top. Fleeting dreams that rush me on towards dawn; hoping, hoping for a reprieve. Grant it for me, please?
Mornings now are always delivered with a pained sigh. I think, Cedar's been great so far. It's just that, there's nobody I can really, really just spill out to, someone who's able to drag my ass off to be crazy. I still remember the bubble tea times, and the times we kept impersonating celebrities we thought were bitches. No one here wants to do that.
The times I sneaked off some of his fries, when he pretended to be Ms Sarinah. The times he shared with me about his new girlfriend.
What am I doing right now. Sentimentalising on the past that we weaved, as soft and pink as cotton candy. But as far as I can see out into the future, it's a blind alley.