at times the night seem too silent and cold for my liking
the streets too bare
the moon light too bright in the night sky
and the sound of unending thoughts whizzing in my head too loud
too much left unsaid
i prefer to be nonchalent and delusional
i like to live in my strawberry world
i hate reality
for it's like a needle
that bursts the bubble i confine myself to
i recently developed liking towards black and white.
just black and white
and grey is a colour i learn to detest
for it always an area that is hard to define
i wish i am like summer breeze. i am loved for a moment and i stay for that moment.
xoxo,
pearl
