*Eyes wide open*
The Dark Art's prince is quite a looker. Well, maybe i'm a sucker for artsy-fartsy nuts. Still, he ain't much of a poet.. *giggles* his verses don't quite...ahem...rhyme. But one thing for sure, the siblings are art in motion.. so surreal and lucid..as are their creations..hauntingly beautiful..
*Tears away from envy and admiration*
Stick... well, Stick is good. Stick doesn't piss me off anymore. I'm beginning to like Stick a lot. Because Stick talks rough with me, well because I act like a ruffian around Stick too. So uncounth and unbecoming of a young lady but what the huak.. spunkz likes Stick! Stick is funny, Stick is kind... and Stick's one of the few who doesn't judge me. :)
I'm enjoying my uni days pretty much these days. Good things never last, do they? I just hope this one does. At least for the time being.
Ambling aimlessly down the mile,
Thin air is what I grasp and howl,
Dreams do weave in once in a while,
But as swift as they escape like the jungle fowl,
Into my palms I weep and pray,
when will i ever find my way...