Another day, another sky, another chance, slipped by like this, were they easy to miss? Clouded. Another week, another month, another year, the lives that we live, searching for anything, but love. And all our lives we've waited, for that one thing to bring, an end to all the other things, I'm so sick of this. And all our lives we've hidden, under those wings, wings that we've never seen. Feel like letting go, letting go, let go... But love.
About Me
- CarmeliaYong
- Born in 1992, raised in Kota Kinabalu, Sabah. She's a bittersweet girl, with a simple life and a messed up mind. Her only anchor to reality is Jesus. Take away that anchor, take away her grip on life.