a letter to moza
I'm fugitive.
I never though that I could settle down until I fulfill my destiny.
I suspect my status consists of complex circumstances.
I failed though I've tried to name it.
I just follow my instinct to walk.
till that day, the day I'm not be abandoned by myself.
I'm wide awake.
I've composed this mail with too many capital I.
I spontanously thought that the confused , obsessive mind would like to talk with giant ego.
giant maze.ever since I chose to get involved with this kinda status, dissatisfaction has written down on my lousy biography.
silent scenario,silent treatment.and my cigarrettes.
nobody gonna tell,if this all fade away.
and faded permanently.
quizzically....