sitting on the ferry, my ipod popped up this song. saddness.
now i know what the colour of sallowness is. i saw how life oozed out of you. sympathy or indiffence is both evil. there is no apt attitude. don't want to recall how you suffered. don't want to think how you spent your humble life.
until gravity feels sorry for you, and lets you go.
And you are free now. Flies to the light. Peace be with you.
