I wish we could talk it out,
over a cup of coffee on a rainy Saturday,
as the rain wash away our doubt and rage.
I wish things will turn out right,
because it's been wrong
for far too long,
and I'm terrified it will be unfixable,
and we're left with hatred and stupid memories scatters on the floor.
And I wish the universe wouldn't mind,
to be on our side just for once.
Because being here,
on the side of losing,
I don't think I can take it any longer.
- my kind of random thought when it's almost midnight and i'm running out of sleep.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
memoir(^○^)
Randomand i'll give away a thousand days just to have another one with you. (a scribbled down wound of a pessimistic seventeen).
