Even the Stars...
So I realized maybe why my wish(es) did not come true. Because I did not see a shooting star, but in fact, just a glare on my windshield. Here's losing hope.
Hi.
I haven't updated or commented much as of late, I know, because I've been trying to waste less time on the Internet. Fear not, though, I am still having thoughts -- just private ones now.
I know that oftentimes, my posts are loquacious and pretentious and high-minded, and sometimes, I just have to stop to think to stop thinking. Here's wishing.
The clock on my dashboard read 5:07, the temperature -10°C.
In the car, I saw my breath condensing in puffs of cloud.
Looking ahead, I saw my first ever shooting star.
And I believed in wishes.
我希望我和魏凱軍可以又在一起.
我想要看到上帝的臉.
Hi.
I haven't updated or commented much as of late, I know, because I've been trying to waste less time on the Internet. Fear not, though, I am still having thoughts -- just private ones now.
I know that oftentimes, my posts are loquacious and pretentious and high-minded, and sometimes, I just have to stop to think to stop thinking. Here's wishing.
The clock on my dashboard read 5:07, the temperature -10°C.
In the car, I saw my breath condensing in puffs of cloud.
Looking ahead, I saw my first ever shooting star.
And I believed in wishes.
我希望我和魏凱軍可以又在一起.
我想要看到上帝的臉.