sometimes im really afraid that i will not come round again after i rest my eyes.

The bus was horning away, everyone arent aware that the lights are actually turning green for the vehicles, not the pedestrains. It was a close shave.

Im really reluctant to go home with god early.

Theres still alot of words unsaid,

regrets that havent been learnt,

and 34630894739248 things undone.

Nope, No RIP.

I have this vehement desire to continue entering a new chapter for my book. But my mum said, the gods just love opposing to your will. Authors earn no easy money.

Think: How many people will eventually turn up at the most important, yet the last event of yours?

Im afraid.

Im really, tamed.

Please shower her with a lil more love.

She'll be grateful.