" The Haunted Corner of Familiar Rooms "

If words could paint the memories into potraits, the ink consumed must be of blood. I was flipping through the pages of my wishbook in my school-hood days, the flippings are quick to take me into drawing smiles yet it still effortlessly bring forward the hidden pain lies within the days. The kind of questions if i ever do & not do this, i'd have been this & that. Is that regret ? I dont care, the feelings will consume you bits by bits if you let them proceed, so i better off kill those before they seek to kill me. Yet we cant deny how eager of us of on the thought of returning back to school. I dunno, i guess most of us do.