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the twig snapped, with a brittle crack
the flower fell, wilted, faded, gone
the butterfly flitting gaily round a blossom jolted,
remembering the end was near
and the moth, the silent, still moth,
dreamt of the flickering passion, the searing heat, the falling apart into
dust

for dust returns to dust,
just as flesh will not last
but fragility remains

was looking through some old entries and saw this

"i just want my ashes to be kept in a pretty little anna sui inspired pink box with black detailing and left somewhere, best forgotten. i think that would be really nice. maybe a white candle with a few white flowers there too?"

and i realised i haven't changed.
i still secretly yearn for that, for that day to come.

somewhere wild, barren, windswept.
that's where i want to be

putting up facades are just plain tiring
but i'll just keep trying anyway



Hakanakute mou naite shimaisou de...
Kanashikute mou tatte irarenai yo

smile(:



我的声音在笑泪在飘
电话那头的你可知道
世界若是那么大
为何我要往你无处逃
我的声音在笑泪在飘
电话那头的你可知道
世界若是那么小
为何我的真心你听不到

was it real or just my fantasy?



fairytales,
never do come true, do they?