And The Reason Is You

Sweet is my hope.

Pure is the life of my hope.

With my sweet hope

I try to reach the higher worlds.

With my pure hope

I try to fathom my inner worlds.

But alas,

In neither way do I succeed.

I fail,

I miserably fail.

i don't know why but

after watching the school's basketball team playing in the finals,

i feel like playing netball all over again.

i miss netball :(

x that out.

i've been feeling superlatively hyper these few days.

maybe because of some progression i see ^^

or maybe 'twas just my imagination?

i musn't let my imagination go wild and uncontrolled.

i'd be in deep shit otherwise.

but it keeps distracting me.

sigh, sigh.

how should i tie my hair for tomorrow?
sigh, sigh.

which bag should i bring?

sigh, sigh.

i'm feeling soooo phlegmatic.

i hate being the peaceful one.

hate is a word too strong eh?

but i have the urge to be the chaotic one.

just one try, please? ;D