Saturday, October 03, 2009

Hey Mr. Golden deal, how does she feel?

Thursday, October 01, 2009

Remove from List

And I'm alright, standing in the streetlights here. Is this meant for me? My time on the outside is over. We don't know how you're spending all of your days, knowing that love isn't here. You see the pictures but you don't know their names 'cause love isn't here. No sympathy, when shouting out is all you know. Behind your lies, I can see the secrets you don't show. You take the best things from me, then everything gets empty. That's not a world that I need. And I can't do this by myself. All of these problems, they're all in your head. And I can't be somebody else. You took something perfect and painted it red.

Red :: Daniel Maerriweather

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

There's nothing like fresh lemons, wild Australian honey, papayas, mooncakes and homecooked food while you read. Read. read. How did life get so perfect?

Sunday, September 27, 2009

When the dark black liquid in my cup stops spilling out and splashing around, it slowly stills and quietens until even the gentlest ripple is smoothed out. Then, I can see the reflection of the bright white moon.