Di mana dia,
Anak kambing saya?
Anak kambing saya,
Yang makan daun talas.
Uh huh! But I know. Of course I do. I take comfort in knowing so knowing all, I shall. As I work this post, I'm inspired by other no-tells so to them, they shall proceed to Que La Misère Se Glisse. Now that's huge of a hint I can ever give to those who are searching my mind, part of my heart. So shall the body in me crosses his fingers.
"It blinds imperfections. Infinitely times Loreal's best concealers, let's not speak Maybeline's or Cover Girl's for a fact." - Twitter
That's my take on what I find love to be. My ideas no doubt probably differs from the rest but as the one who-parasites-attention had said, 'Me, I shall be,' obviously after a touch of my taste. Just so you know, it gets even random, for I'm torn between what I could share here and balance over to the other. I find this a great time of major self discovery. Vanity meter rising, but not on my own accord. It's an act of helplessness knowing the unknown. Hopes. That's what they call it. I call it a dream. For you don't see many a dreams coming true lately. Till the time destiny, or perhaps fate says, "We've been teasing his patience for some time now, so let us give him manifested desires." Then shall you see my lips curving, midpoint down below gravity. Even miss little dancing ballerina, starts her confusion dance once more.
