Never lose the child within you. Sometimes our life is like drawing straight lines on a piece of paper. We draw a thousand lines each day and most of them are imperfect and often cross one another. But in the end, no matter what kind of lines you draw, we must not forget to make a picture out of it. A life soaked in colors. Dreams of painting life with a thousand colors. Crashed to the ground like a bird with burned wings. Seems funny, and unworthy for others.

The trees pander to the wind the way I pander to your whims. Of course, the things we know are fleeting.

Picture of poise, careless calm. Watch me twirl, she coos. White and yellow and fragrant. He sips milk of poison. When she arrives next month. Thanks mum, next week famous five. Tub, bed, spoon.