Did I mention?
Sometimes I look out of the window and the moon stares at me, like you do at half past 4 after drinks, after everyone is gone and you're alone in a room, high on thoughts, high on feelings, facing a blank wall.
You make wishes on shooting stars and want handfuls of happiness; superiority, material possessions, an array of friends to keep your cool.
What I really want is content.
When there's no moon there's emptiness, a blank canvas that stretches into infinite endlessness.
It's then that I rustle deep into myself pulling out pocketfuls of contentment. I pull out your scent, a carefully constructed life script, money in my bank.
With these strings along an obstinate ache that reverberates from my soul to my skin. I wish I could forget how far away you are and drift to sleep but the ache surges in rhythm with my pulse and never seems to cease.
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Probably wondering what the heck the picture above means?! My college had a funfair in the campus yesterday from 9am - 4pm and I was part of an incredibly compelling display. Special thanks to @nygelphua on Instagram for his insane face painting skills!
Not sure how much we managed to bring in but the Haunted House (Asylum themed!!!) was def HOTCAKES. The queue was crazy long and each of us only managed to squeeze in a 30min break during the 5 hours ongoing operation.
Can't put my feelings into WORDS!!! So I will just let the following pictures speak all that I can't seem to merge into form.
Alright, that's all for today's post.
I'll be back real soon (maybe) with more updates on my rather rigid and morbid life.
That is...if I have anything as interesting as this to blog about or if I'm overwhelmed with intense fruits of passion or brimming shit loads of scurrying emotions again.
