d gras undr my feet, up ahead, the purple moon talkin, wyl the clouds weep and i drnk its tears. lyin on my bak, the sand warm, the sun caressing m body, as the wave snd riples throu my skin, carying my soul to paradise as i watch the clouds formin dolfins throu closd eyes. dots flotin on top of my iris, mist showring my slip as fgments of abstract imagnations fill my head. words from the void come to lyf as i continue to fantasyz of dreams that defy reality - just got lost. find me.
Sunday, January 08, 2012
I was the Queen of Habal-habal earlier
Couldn't stop myself from snapping a photo while the habal-habal was heading to the baptism reception.
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