Love is like...
waiting for a bus,
if you arrive too early, you will need to wait a long while till the bus comes
if you arrive too late, you would miss the bus.
Unknown "Unique K" Lonely - 16 years, 2 months, 1 day ago

Rainy Day
I believe its a rainy day that makes the world so gloomy
Even a perfect scenery could be dampened by the rain.

However there are times when it adds a tinge of longing or regret,
which somehow create a more beautiful surrounding, a reality that not everything is perfect. And that is the imperfect which is beautiful

But sadly, more than often , its usually the rain that reminds all the wrongs one have done. All the regrets one make. All the mistakes one cannot correct. Its the blurryness and gloom that causes one to reflect on past mistakes.

Not only the rain,
the thunderous roar or magestic bellow causes an effect that one is being judged by something infinitely more powerful.
Human, despite all its scientific advancements, still remain primitive at heart.
Loud sound and blinding light still strikes fear into ones heart.
Therefore due to the fear caused,
the streak of light from the heavens, accompanied by its majestic booming guards causes us to feel judged by someone whom humans cannot overcome.
Thus causing us to constantly relfect upon oneself.

Unknown "Unique K" Lonely - 16 years, 2 months, 4 days ago

Love is like pissing in your pants,
people cant see it
but only you, can feel its warmth. =)
Unknown "Unique K" Lonely - 16 years, 2 months, 4 days ago

i had a dream ..
it was a death ceremony...
i watched.. without emotion...
whether dead or alive..
they will burn and bury them...
i remembered one vividly on the one burnt alive...
he accepted his fate of death unlike the others..
but screamed still the same..
....
then i saw...
stars...
falling stars..
1....2....
i pull someone to see the stars...
but it was too late .. the 2 stars had vanished...
but...
suddenly there was a meteor rain... or so i thought...
it was actually glowing crows..
crows... hunters of Death... there was like half a million of them..
i ran.. ran... and hide...
ran into a house and lock my self in...
a house where all the blinds and curtains were closed...
i listened to the hail of beaks trying to break through the glass and wood alike..
suddenly the noise stop..
i went out and saw a piece of note and a picture..
" you will die.. you cant run.. ill find no matter where you are..."
the picture.. was me in a house.. it faded and another scene came into view
it was me in the house... and Death beside me...
Unknown "Unique K" Lonely - 16 years, 2 months, 7 days ago