Fairytales are never subsisted and will nevermore. But I'm still hoping to make my fairytale. Will heaven lets me? Ouh, maybe its a mere dally dream of me.
I never witness a miracle before, nevertheless fairytales.
Halt between my proverbs sentences.
This morning I was awaken by the noises of the traffic outside and the tiny mumbles I heard from my room. I woke up again and wishing I could change, but I didn't.
I dream fantasy last night. Dreaming I was in Arcadia, a land of with great pleasures and the absence of devils, associated with angels and virtue was just an arm-length away. The best episode was that I was with a chaperon. Whow, its a heaven.
I can just sigh for that heavenly dream would come in realist.
I take a long, hot bathe in the toilet and change to my casual dressing. Just as soon I hanged out at the hall, living room when Mum asked me to lend her a hand. Found out that Selena was down with a flu and cough so the house was as solemnly silent as nothing except for Mum shrieks of calling me.
Dad had a meeting and were back late at night today. Its a boring life, I could say.
My life just went as alike every day without pauses. Sometimes the phases of life I'm in right now are flighting me too fast ahead that I'm unable to catch up with its speed. I'm way too back.
Its nearly midnight.
I guess I'll put my eyes to sleep earlier tonight.
P.S//Taylor Swift was loveee!