account of a double-sided persona
she waits until the sun rises
and never fails to believe
in a thing called hope
but keeps with her the wisdom
a whisper from the cold blue moon.

sunday morning. i want to go on an adventure of my own, but i'm stuck at home again for day 60+ of something. so after this im gonna post some more of my escapades :)

how can you be nostalgic when you don't remember anything?
{EDIT} Letter to un-random. I still hate what you did. How you talk. how you act. your foolishness. But i can correlate my life to the hostage crisis in the realization that,, people shouldn't be attacking the persona but rather the system that bound the country in our present state. Now it's time for change.