colour & courage

i've been a fool! with trisha my bestie, we skip around this wasted place laid barren by our touch, locked in arms singing nursery rhymes leaving a subtle mess. jaded by the belief that it's cute and meaningful nonetheless. i am such a "man" - all this pride and arrogance and things alike confused for moral and virtue. the stubbornness framed as stability and mental fortitude. yeah right haha. i've lost my softness and in turn i've lost a lot. i know there is always more to lose and there are plenty more mistakes to make, still these days i lie in wake, forced to face the bed i've made then sleep in it. im stronger yet more fallible, attitude after attitude. corny not cool. bibidi bap bap gah blah shaa kinda thing, no take backs!

reinvention, again