As for me, I lost my soul, so I quit my job to find it again.
I'll be searching in Singapore, in Western/ Central Europe, in China, in Vietnam.
...but I know I'll find it within, when the time is right.
First step's mine!


SeasonsSimple pleasures Passing time, Radiance fading In dreams sublime; Nature's way, Glorious day.Seasons
Sunny smiles and Unerring truth, Months of warmth Memory forsooth; Eve of pain, Rustling rain.
Angel's tears for Uttered scars, Tattered leaves Under stars; Moonlit smiles, Nature's trials.
Wasted flaws, Imperfect mold, Natural mistakes, Truth be told; Every season, Rites and reason.


Singing To MeIntertwined, reverse and rewind seconds, hours in time; searching for a rainbow with (yet without) sorrow, just faith and soul to keep the spirit moving and heart still dreaming for that end (an imperfect end); no studio sound by perfection bound, an acoustic touch to the music of such an amazing (flawed) life.Singing To Me


ValidateMyth: "I seek your approval in my appearance, in my mind, in my being I need you to tell me that I'm beautiful, I'm smart, I'm perfect I am all you want, all you'll ever need I am witty enough not to be boring but to you I come crawling my thirst for abuse you feed."Validate
Truth: They tell you how to dress, to think, to act Complete hypocrisy under thinly-veiled tact They undermine your confidence
and tell you what to be They preach free love and tolerance while downplaying sanity They confuse and diffuse your opinion and kick you whe
Canyon Floor

1000 words - seblonlemonade cold winters the dead squirrel i found in the tall grass dad's funeral1000 words - seblon
lying in the field on a hot day the warmth of the sun like your touch on my cheek wandering through the forest
carefree
falling asleep in your lap to the rhythm of your soft voice and the creaking boards beneath us
the day i left
these memories: they flood my mind like the tears down my face as i try to speak for you
but the memories will fade again like your ashes in the wind
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I miss you, girl. *huggs*
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*hug*
you're sorely missed, lovely lady.
*arises from the dead*
WOOZSTER YOU WILL DIE BY MY HANDS!
*gets knocked down by a truck.
*dies*
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merry xmas woozsterer
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