8 days.

@ the end of the 2nd month
towards 9.30 pm

After all, it’s not those songs that matter.
No matter how your heart feels, that does matter.

Let’s see … the year’s already spent its 59 days, and I may have to look forward to this old repetition that always happens on my birthday.
You know what that is.

The clouds seem to settle themselves high above … me.
While it may good to protect me from rain, yet I keep thinking how nice it’ll be if I can live in a moment where the presence of the sun dominates my days in a breezy climate.

(“you always want what you haven’t got”)

I guess, no matter how far your desire explores, you’ll get powerless if you’ve to control your inner needs.
But sometimes, you’ll find it hard to know what your inner needs are, ‘coz some needs are meant to be hidden and buried. Be prepared when they surface though …

It hurts when you are not able to fulfill it.

OK, still towards 9.30 pm.