Dead...

I travelled on the Benjamin Sheares Bridge ,once again. But this time, the feeling was unlike before. The sky, no longer seemed beautiful to me...

A place,where i've always regarded as my second home, no longer exist. I regretted making that phone call, that morning.

The fighting spirit is dead...

I really hope to be like that person, right in front of my eyes now, in my next life though.

Anw,i guess its time to take down those pictures and keep them for good. Its time for me to head for another direction because i guess, the sky no longer belongs to me....

Don't ask me why