Ceiling in my room is like a sky with a thousand stars if I put on Across The Universe.Inhale.Exhale. Sometimes solitude hollowed me in such height , leaving me bare with such hideous sorrow. My mind was a shinking ship saccred me with indignity of emotion. My expressions have been a bulletproof all this while. But I'm so fragile like a translucent paper.
You should be greatful to have a healthy mom who you can see her face everyday,and ask about you and stuff like that. I just miss that , like hell I've been missing that
