frantic

there is a place where balloons end up after they slip out of the hands of a little girl as she grasps for the string that slowly drifts further beyond her reach. sometimes, balloons just become untied and slowly float away until they are out of sight.

havent you ever wondered where balloons end up once they easily glide out of the hands of lovers, friends, families? a place where moonlight shivers as it touches lost memories and licks the sweet shining fantasies only to be poisoned. so beautiful, so deadly. memories like mercury in the moonlight.

a place where, before lust, comes nasi ayam penyet.



see the post on top, very angry right? very scary right?
heehoohaa.

you humans will never know what she's really really like behind these smiles..







like a viper, she hides hers.

QAMARUL ASYRAF.