love that song you have playing. i went straight to youtube to find it :). thanks for visiting my twitter.
Glad to share a good music :) Hey, your tweets are awesome!
A mother carried her son along the streets. I often see a mother in public transportations holds her child on her lap, keeping the kid safe, warm, and loved. It is always fascinating to see them like the little creature in her embrace is a precious treasure. Not knowing that the treasure will become a self destruct machine one day, a brain that opposes against her ideas.
I remember digging the bin, crying for a piece of paper. Mom thought it was just another trash, she didn’t know it was more than a small paper. I found it anyway. It was my Alesana ticket. This time, I failed. Again, my concert tickets ended up in the trash. By the time I wanted to search the bin, it was empty, shits moved to the public bin which located miles. Besides, what a girl could find in a freakin huge bin at 11 pm? I remember waiting for hours to buy them treasures, or walking miles away for it with my beloved friend. These two are the only ones left. Still can’t believe I lost the things that hold my memories. A memento of the intangible.
"And never have I felt so deeply at one and, at the same time, so detached from myself, and so present in the world."