drooping clouds, raindrops weighing, and the dark dark air pressing against the windows. and it's exams time again. and it's raining again. and everytime it rains and i'm cosied up by myself i think of this.
because when it rains, somehow you start believing in newness again.
Joyce Lim unzipped at 4:33 PM with 0 comments
iridescent with paradox
illuminate my path
so i may run the race
broken and contrite
Veil the lights
of long ago
Life is poignant
with memory
but let's not dream
till we forget to live