Solitude.

Spinning, laughing, dancing to
her favorite song
A little girl with nothing wrong
Is all alone

Lectures, tutorials, projects. PROJECTS! Gahhh. Think back to the time in primary or secondary school, when a project consisted of a single chart with some pictures and blocks of texts. It was so simple that we could just finish it in one entire day!

Come to think of it, everything was much simpler then.

Eyes wide open
Always hoping for the sun
And she'll sing her song to anyone
that comes along

I haven't been able to sleep properly for quite some time. The eyebags are terrible, and someone commented that I could go shopping with them. Sometimes, I dread the moments before I fall asleep...when I think of all the unfinished assignments, readings and upcoming tests (yes, si mugger), and all that emotional fluff-stuff.

Think, Thank, Thunk.


Fragile as a leaf in autumn
Just fallin' to the ground
Without a sound

A friend who just celebrated her 19th birthday on Tuesday was commenting about how old she felt. 19 is by no means "old", but it definitely wasn't the first time I heard that uttered by someone from my age group. I think "weariness" is the appropriate word here? Products of a system that's all about rush, rush and rush...hmm.

Crooked little smile on her face
Tells a tale of grace
That's all her own

I don't know where I should begin.

Hey, stranger. How do you do.


Fragile as a leaf in autumn
Just fallin' to the ground
Without a sound

I'm smiling to myself as I think about the 3 silly girls who just want me to be happy.

Hyperpersonal communication!!!! So applicable. -giggles-
Whimsical, schimsical.

Spinning, laughing, dancing to
her favorite song
She's a little girl with nothing wrong
And she's all alone

A little girl with nothing wrong
And she's all alone

More hugs would be nice.


So incoherent, I know.