another moral, love is only a line away from hatred? haha. at least, there's ending to this ghost story.
my night
yeah. so i'm out last night.
for the first time,
i was out whole night with them.
for ten hours.
not to club,
but at a place where wind blew
on my face and brushed through my hair.
the first time we are not intoxicated.
it was so therapeutic.
again, you came to my thoughts.
i'm happy that i received a call.
a call from you.
it maybe merely a call
that you did not spoke much
but i was glad,
real glad that
you are alright.
the DIFFERENT story
it wasn't a really good night for them.
one went silent,
one went cranky.
cool~
left me and eddie,
not knowing what to do.
and to think,
we went home together
without caring much anymore.
i feel bad again.
looking at the sea,
and reflections shows.
of you and me? Yours
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