Why is it like that? :\ As I
look at your photographs, it’s as if I am looking to a stranger. I am looking
to a man I didn’t know who it was? As if ‘twas the first time I encounter such
face.
Why I’m having this kind of intuition?
I thought I knew enough of you. But then again lots of question starts to
boost my mind…Yes, of course I know about your name but I doubt it.
Can we just
simply go back in time? So I would be
able understand what’s going on right here, right then? And if granted by
grace, I shall begin with asking you questions like this: Who are you? Where
are you from? What do you want from me? Why are you here? How come do you got
to know me?
So I can have all the
answers to my wonders by then. What have you done to me? Why do we need to go
beyond that? When it all did started?
How long will it takes for me just to get over through this? :\ If i move on where do i go? :|
SO WHAT NOW? :|
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